|| 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝗲 || 𝗧𝗼𝗺 𝗞𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘇 ||
Best friends, ever since they were practically in the womb, both of their moms grew up together. After a couple of faulty marriages, they decided to move both families into one house. They spent their s...
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—NOVA POV—
Tom and I, we're ready to close the shop.
"Alright, kiddos, I'm heading out, you need anything?" Ben takes his apron off, hanging it on the hook, beside the entrance.
"We're good." I gave him a thumbs up.
"Don't fuck on my counters." He walks out, the bells of the door jingling, as he leaves.
My eyes widened, whipping my head towards Tom. "Funny." Was all he said, nodding his head slowly. Funny what?
That was not funny.
"Anywho, back to our conversation. How do I get Nate to like me?" I huffed, we had been talking about this for about twenty minutes by now.
"I still don't like him, but i'll help you." He gives in, scooting his chair in closer to mine.
"Okay, should I wait for him to ask me out first? Because, I feel like that's such a cliche. Why can't I ask him out?" I pointed out, with a shrug.
"Ehh... don't do that."
"Okay lover boy, then what." I rested my head on my knuckles, staring at him intensely.
"Show me, how you'd flirt with him." He suggested. "Um..." I trailed off, picking at my ripped jeans. "Is that necessary?" I questioned.
"Yes."
"Can I just do, body language?" I compromised, he agrees, nodding my way.
I cleared my throat, leaning back in my seat. I tried to look, all nonchalant. Pulling my v-neck cut-top, down. "You're lame." He rolls his eyes at me. "I haven't even done nothing!" I defended, raising my voice an octave.
He stands up, starting to pick at my top. "This feels like assault." I mumbled, looking down at his hands. He then, takes my hair out of the mandatory, pony-tail I had up. For work.
He started to ruffle with it, giving it a 90's take. Tom's thumb moves down to my lips, smudging my lipgloss. "Is that necessary?" I sighed.
"So it looks like, you're.... whore-ish." He explained, I suddenly felt his hands going below the waistband of my jeans. "Tom!" I yelled at him, he rolls his eyes at me again.
Tom pulled the straps up, of my underwear, unbuttoning my jeans. He gave it a certain flair of style, sitting back down.
