Page 88 of A Pizza My Heart

“Huh. Wow.” I cross my arms, leaning against the desk. “I’m surprised. I figured she’d be telling everyone about the wild sex we had on the table here after closing.”

Drew gasps. “Did you really?”

“No! Jesus, Drew.”

“Oh my god, Foster. You can’t just tease a girl with false juicy gossip like that! I could have fainted!”

“You could have…” I trail off, laughing at her absurdity. “You really are something else.”

“I know. Winston tells me the same thing all the time.” She juts her lip out. “I’m real bummed neither of you are going to spill any secrets to me. What’s a girl supposed to do for entertainment around here?”

“I dunno, work?”

Winston waltzes into the room, plopping his ass down in his old man’s chair.

“Simmer down, Simon Jr.,” Drew tosses his way before directing her attention back to me. “So you two didn’t bang?”

“Can you not answer that with me present?” my best friend begs. “I’d rather not hear any of this shit.”

It was late when I got home from my date with Wren and Winston was still out doing whatever it is he does, so we never got to have that talk he silently promised me.

I’ve also spent the last few days avoiding him as much as I can.

I mean, how does one look one’s best friend in the eye when one has felt said friend’s little sister up?

You don’t.

“Sometimes I almost forget you and Wren are related. She’s so amazing, and you’re…well, you’re you.” Drew sneers Winston’s way. “You—”

She grabs at her stomach with one hand and covers her mouth with the other.

“Give me a break,” Winston mutters. “Gonna puke because of my presence now? So fucking dramatic.”

She shakes her head, hand still covering her lips. “Surprisingly, it’s not you. Do you guys not smell that? It’s dreadful. Like—”

He sighs heavily, interrupting her and rolling his eyes. “Let me guess—it’s my bullshit?”

“Shut the hell up, Winston. Not everything is about you,” she snaps before covering her mouth again. She rushes from the room with panic in her eyes, muttering, “Gonna be sick.”

“Whatever.” He scoffs at her departure, grabbing a pen and twiddling it between his fingers.

“Dude, I think she’s really sick.”

“She’s not. She’s just being Drama Bomb Drew and I called her on it. That’s all.”

I shake my head. “Whatever, man. Listen, we haven’t gotten a chance to talk since I took Wren on that date and—”

He holds his hand up. “Save it. I don’t care. Not my business.”

“But it kind of is, not just because she’s your sister, but because of our history. It’s always been the three of us. And, well, now…”

“It could just be the two of you.” He shrugs, still rolling the pen between his fingers. “It’s cool, man. I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve suspected for years now that you had the hots for her.”

“You have?”

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