A Pizza My Heart (Slice, #1)

by Teagan Hunter

“You were never good at pretending,” she says. I want to laugh because the only thing I’ve done with her since I was eighteen is pretend. Pretend I didn’t feel anything for her. Pretend it didn’t kill me every time she started dating some jerk who was no fucking good for her. Pretend she wasn’t everything to me. Pretend it didn’t gut me to leave her. Pretend I’m over her. Pretend, pretend, pretend.

“Oh my god, he’s going to be single forever!” Not if you just open your eyes, Wren.

“I’m gonna date you so hard, Wren.” Not fake date me. Date me. I don’t know if the phrasing was intentional or not, but either way, it makes my heart race in a conspicuous way. And I’m not sure what to do about it.

“Hardy fucking har. Just feed me so I can fuck you.” The breadsticks nearly go crashing to the floor before I recover and set them on the cooling rack. “Jesus, Foster. You have to warn a girl before you say some panty-melting phrase like that.”

“Don’t fucking ‘Foster’ me, Wren. I didn’t do this to buy your love. I don’t need to buy it. I already have it.” “You—” The words die on her lips. In that moment, I watch her fall completely. Wholly. Wren Daniels loves me. And I love her. “You do,” she says breathlessly. “Oh hell. You do.”