“Dinner? Sacha fucking cooks so there’s food here.” “We’d end up killing each other or blowing up the kitchen if we tried to cook,” I told him solemnly. “Pizza?” “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” Oli grinned. “I’ll order some while you put away all your unmentionables, then we can eat pizza and watch TV while we wait for all your sex toys to arrive.” “We aren’t watching porn this time!” I yelled at him, smirking when it was his turn to laugh.
