Page 73 of A Pizza My Heart

He smirks. “I didn’t hear you complaining. In fact, I think you even leaned into it.”

“There was no time for me to react.”

“Right, but you would have leaned in. I just know it.”

I don’t say anything. He’s right. We both know it.

Instead, I voice the question I’ve been dying to ask him for the past several hours.

“Why’d you kiss me, Foster?”

When I say the word kiss, his tongue darts out to wet the lips that were placed so perfectly on mine just last night.

“Real talk?”

I nod.

“Because I wanted to.”

“W-Wanted to?”

His turn to nod.

I chew on my lip, another question on the tip of my tongue, but I’m too afraid to ask it.

He takes a step toward me.

“Ask me.”

I swing my eyes toward him but don’t meet his penetrating stare. I’m too scared to do that too.

Instead, I stare at his mouth, watching the words form on his lips.

“What?”

“Ask me, Wren. I know you want to, so ask me.”

I finally meet his eyes. “Did you just want to kiss me in that moment?”

“No.”

His answer is quick. Sure. Steady.

He takes another step closer, the tips of our shoes touching. His eyes are clear and bright. I couldn’t look away if I wanted to, which I don’t.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you, Wren.”

“Oh.”

The word falls softly from my lips and silence engulfs us.

He kissed me because he wanted to. He’swantedto.

As in there was nothing about it that was spur of the moment. He’s been thinking about it.

I don’t know how to handle that information.

I flinch when his fingers brush against my cheek, and I realize just how close he’s standing now, our bodies nearly flush.

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