Page 74 of A Pizza My Heart

“You smell like whiskey.”

“Nerves,” I tell him.

He laughs, and I feel it vibrate against me. “Glad I’m not alone.”

His fingers continue to stroke across my cheek, and I get lost in the simple touch, enjoying it way more than I should.

He’s looking at me with something I don’t recognize.

No, that’s not true.

I recognize it all right; I just never expected it from him.

Lust.

Foster is lusting after me, and the crazy part is that he’s not the only one feeling that way.

I close my eyes against the revelation, scared and unsure what to do about it.

“You never answered my question.”

“Which one?”

“The line, Wren. Where’s the line?”

The rasp. The huskiness. Thewant.

It’s all there in his voice.

I peel my eyes open. “I’m not sure,” I say honestly.

“I guess we’ll find out when we get to it.”

Slowly, he lowers his face to mine, and my heart begins to beat faster. Harder. Working overtime. My brain explodes with questions and worries and desires.

Somuch desire.

I slam my eyes shut again, anticipating the touch. Wanting it.

Only his lips fall to my cheek instead.

Disappointment filters through me, along with a little relief.

“Let’s get going.” He puts a bit of distance between us. “We have reservations at eight fifteen.”

“Reservations? Are you taking me somewhere fancy?”

“Of course. Itisa first date after all.” He winks and holds his hand out for me. I place mine in his. “A date would love that I thought ahead to make reservations, implying it wasn’t a last-minute pickup but something genuine.”

Right.

His date.

Not me.

Because this is all pretend.

But if that’s the case…why did he kiss me? Why has hewantedto kiss me?

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