Nova
I hurried toward the women’s restroom, hoping to slip away before Henry could recognize me.
But he had noticed me despite having spent six years apart. He followed me, reaching me before I could disappear, and cornered me in the hallway leading to the restroom.
“Nova,” Henry said, stepping into my way. “It’s been a while.”
My throat bobbed. I hadn’t seen Henry in six years, but he still looked so much like the young jock I had once fallen for—just bigger and angrier now.
At nineteen, I was the awkward nerd in college that no one liked. I wore glasses, still had braces even at that age, and cared more about sticking my nose in books than going to parties or participating in sports.
Henry, meanwhile, was the golden boy. He was the captain of the rugby team, six-foot-two and a hund
