Page 106 of A Pizza My Heart

It just so happens date five has fallen on a Wednesday, and I guess old habits die hard.

She glowers at me. “I swear, Foster, if you didn’t bring graham crackers, marshmallows, at least three different kinds of chocolate, and a cheap lighter, I will move up my plans to castrate you.”

“Castrate me?” I cover my junk just in case this shit is happening right now. “The fuck?”

“Don’t worry,” she says dismissively. “It’s a thing with Drew.”

“Don’t worry, she says. It’s just my balls. Sure, sure—nothing to worry about.”

“Aw, it’s so cute you think you still have your balls at this point when we both clearly know they’re tucked safely in my purse.” Wren pats at my cheek then crawls toward the cooler, ass up in the air.

I swear she gives it an extra shake just to taunt me.

Thwack!

“Foster Marlett!” she hollers, holding her now-stinging cheek.

“What? I was beating cheeks.”

“I’m going to beatyou,” she grumbles, but the smile breaks through anyway. She turns away, muttering, “I swear, if he wasn’t so stupidly cute and didn’t make my heart flutter…”

After gathering the s’more supplies I definitely brought because I’m no dumbass, she makes her way back over to me and starts sifting through the bag.

“You got milk chocolate, peanut butter cups, white chocolate,andcaramel squares? You really are trying to make me fall in love with you.”

“Is it working?”

I’ve known Wren for a long time, long enough to know her eyes always give away her true emotions.

Right now? Right now, her eyes are screamingYES.

Giving me a mischievous smile, she pinches her thumb and forefinger together, leaving hardly any space between the two. “Just a little bit.”

Uh-huh. A little bit my ass.

Slice Seventeen

Wren

“Come over and I’ll cook dinner for you, I said. We’ll just chill and watch a movie afterward, I said.” I snort. “Puh-lease, we’re totally gonna bang.”

I bustle around the kitchen, talking to myself like I’m an insane person, which I guess makes sense since I feel like I’m about to go insane.

I am well aware we are past the five-date mark.

Foster is well aware we’re past it.

We both know what tonight is, but we’re acting like it’s no big deal.

Which would besomuch easier to do if I didn’t want it as badly as I do.

If we sleep together tonight, we both know what it means: I’ve given in to what my heart has been screaming at me since Foster came back to town.

Mine.

And that’s the craziest part about tonight. I don’t just want him physically; Iwanthim to know how I feel. I want him to know I want to give this thing between us a shot.

I want him to understand I finally know what he’s known all these years.

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