Page 92 of I Wanna Text You Up

Caleb:Pizza? You wantPIZZA?!

Me:Pleeeeeeease? *batslashes*

Caleb:Sigh. Fine. We can havepizza.

Me:YES! Double cheese and pepperoni and greenpeppers.

Caleb:Ham and pineapple or nodeal.

Me:You’re going to make mebarf.

Caleb:Then nodeal.

Me:Caleb…

Caleb:FINE. Just thisonce.

Me:You’re thebest.

Caleb:BUT, I’m going to knock on the door and pretend I’m the pizza man. You have to answer in your sexiest pair of pajamas.Deal?

Me:Deal.

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Aknock soundsat the door and Igrin.

Game on,Caleb.

“Who is it?” I say in the huskiest voice I canmanage.

Caleb chokes out a laugh. “Pizza boy,ma’am!”

I wait five seconds before swinging open the apartmentdoor.

“My, a special delivery just forme?”

His mouth drops open. “That’syour sexiest pair ofpajamas?”

“Yep.”

“Well played, Zoe.” He shakes his head, amused. “Wellplayed.”

I do a curtsy and grab the pizza he’s holding. “Thankyou.”

He did the say the sexiest pair of pajamas, not the pairIlook sexiest in. Wearing jammies with a topless Captain America on them is technically me wearing my sexiestset.

“I’m going to need to watch my words with you,huh?”

“It wouldn’t hurt.” I stand on my tiptoes and place a quick peck on his lips before grabbing his shirt and pulling himinside.

There’s a flash of surprise on his face, which is understandable since this is one of the first times I’ve initiated a kiss between us, but he quickly brushes it off and closes the door behind him, trailing behind me as I make my way to the kitchencounter.

I drop the pizza and open a cabinet, pulling down two plates before grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. I set everything down in the front of where Caleb’sseated.

“Digin.”

We each grab two pieces and stuff our mouths full of gooey cheese andpepperoni.