“I’m going to buy you dinner, Shannon.” Closing the space between us, he lowered himself down on the couch and turned to face me. “Sometimes we’ll eat here and sometimes we’ll go out, but it’s going to be a regular occurrence, so don’t overthink it, okay?” I had no clue how to respond to that so I just nodded. “Okay.” “Tonight, it’s a shitty pizza,” he said. “Because I can’t drive and all the good spots in town are closed early on Mondays, but I’ll do better next time.” “I don’t need better,” I said softly. “I like pizza.” But I love you. “Maybe not, but you deserve better,” he said quietly.
