Page 71 of A Pizza My Heart

Foster:Oh god. You forgot.

I laugh.

Forget? After hekissedme?

Impossible.

Me:No, I didn’t forget. I’m just about to close up shop.

Foster:You’re open this late on a Saturday?

Me:Always. I shut down at 7 then usually head to Slice from 7:30 until close.

Foster:I don’t know if I should be in awe or check you into a facility.

Me:Probably both.

Foster:Are you still okay with going out tonight? We can move it to another night if you’re too tired…

My fingers beg me to say yes.

Not because I don’t want to help Foster, but because I’m suddenly scared of what this little experiment of ours could lead to.

I mean, hedidjust kiss me less than fourteen hours ago—not that I’m counting or anything.

Lines are already getting blurred between us. How is that line going to survive several practice dates? Hours upon hours of pretending to be into one another?

I kind of want to find out.

My fingers fly over my keypad…

Me:You tryin’ to back out on me already?

Foster:Me back out? When have you EVER known me to back down from anything?

Foster:My marriage excluded.

Me:Right. For undisclosed reasons, though, so not sure if I can actually exclude it.

Foster:Wren…

Me:Yeah, yeah. I know.

Me:Tonight is fine, and yes, I’m sure. (You know, before you ask.)

Foster:Pfft, I wasn’t gonna ask.

Foster:Fine. I was. SUE ME.

Me:For what? My brother’s couch you’re sleeping on? Pass.

Me:That’s probably his sex couch, you know. I refuse to plant my butt on it.

Foster:Unfortunately, I am well aware of this fact.

Me:*throws up in my mouth*

Me:Remind me to never touch you again.

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