I curl my lip at the action. “I can’t believe you’re eating that. It’s disgusting.”
“Have you ever tried it before?”
“No, but itsoundsdisgusting.”
He shoves a slice in my face. “Try it.”
“If I try it and hate it, you owe me ten dollars.”
“And if you try it and love it, I owe you an orgasm.”
I sit forward, holding a hand up. “Wait—you’re telling me no matter what, I win?” I snatch the slice of pizza from his hand. “Give me that.”
I take a small bite, then another. Before I know it, I’ve annihilated yet another piece of pizza and eaten half his sauce.
Oops?
He sits, smug grin lining his stupid plump lips. “Told ya.”
I roll my eyes and push myself off the couch. “Whatever. I’m going to change into jammies.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t do that as soon as you walked in the door.”
“And eat cold pizza? No thanks.”
I brush past him and snatch my overstuffed tote bag off the floor then head back to his bedroom.
Staying the night at Shep’s is growing on me…and not just because of his ultra-comfy bed.
I like it here. It’s quiet—way quieter than my apartment building—and cozy. Though the apartment is mostly made up of shades of gray, it’s still inviting, pleasantly simple and modern.
Plus, there’s Steve, who I might be growing a little too attached to.
I push open the bedroom door and stop dead in my tracks.
“Shep!”
“What!” he hollers back.
“Get your ass in here.”
“Nah. I’m comfy.”
“Cap! Move that ass!”
I hear him sigh loudly, muttering as he shuffles down the hall.
“What?” he says when he’s standing next to me.
I point to the bed. “What the shit is this?”
Laughing, he says, “That, Denny, is a dog in a suitcase.”
“Whose suitcase is that? Yours?”
“No. That would be yours.” He walks farther into the room, scooping Steve from the open rectangle and depositing him on the floor. The pup does not look too happy about being moved from his spot. “He was sleeping on your flowers.”
“You got me flowers again?”
