Nova tried hard to focus on Roan's words, she really did but it was rather difficult to do that when she could feel the warmth radiating off his bare skin. Focusing on not turning into an overripe tomato was more important at the moment.
Somehow she managed to say all of the right things and it was only when Roan was about to return to his room did she realized that she had almost forgotten to ask him for his phone number.
"Roan! Can I get your number?" She called confidently, wilting when he turned around to pin her with a stare, his gray eyes smoky.
"My number?" He asked with a slow smile that made Nova need to sit down again.
"F-For… um, I-I need it to contact you," She managed to explain, stuttering while she did, her face burning.