Page 52 of A Pizza My Heart

“Ilisten. I don’t read. Totally different things.”

He just lifts a brow at me, not buying it as he tears open what I assume is another alcohol wipe.

“Scoot over here some. The lighting in here is horrible.”

“Oh my god, isn’t it?” I wiggle my way closer. “Imagine trying to do your makeup in it.”

“I would never be able to get my contouring just right,” he teases, taking a step toward me. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

Foster steps between my legs, my thighs spreading with ease to fit him, and my back goes ramrod straight at the intrusion.

Not because it’s unwelcome, but because it feels so…right.

He fits between my legs like he was made to be there.

He gingerly takes my arm in his hand, turning it toward the light.

The mix of sunshine and pine and just a hint of salt from the beach, a scent that is all Foster, filters into my senses, and I can’t help but lean into it, wanting more.

“This is going to sting…” he murmurs just before running the towelette over the deep cut.

“Ow!”

I try to pull away. His fingers tighten their grip, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to keep me there.

“Stop being a baby.”

He blows on the cut, trying to cool the sting, and embarrassment floods me when my nipples come to full attention against my thin sports bra.

I see the moment his eyes flit toward the development, and I want to call him out and make some sort of snarky comment, but I can’t.

His eyes…

They’re…hungry.

He’s staring at me like he wants nothing more than to dip his head and pull one of my beaded nipples into his mouth.

The craziest part?

I want it too.

What is wrong with me today?

Maybe I’m just sex-deprived.

Yeah, that must be it. Just sex withdrawals. Nothing else.

Because this is Foster I’m thinking about. My brother’s best friend.Mybest friend. The guy I’ve known since…well, forever.

I can’t think about his full lips, let alone ponder how soft they’d feel closing over my nipples. Or trailing up my neck. Or against my own lips.

It’s not right…right?

“Wren? You doing okay?”

“Huh?” I snap my eyes to him, surprised to find his bushy brows pinched together as he stares down at me with a frown.

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