“I hope you like pepperoni and sausage,” she said almost shyly.
“With extra cheese?” I teased her.
Her face turned an adorable shade of pink. “I should have asked you what you liked on your pizza when I called you.”
“Nah. I like this just fine.”
For a moment, we stared at each other. I thought I saw her gaze flicker to my lips just briefly before she looked back at her plate. I noticed her hands shaking as she busied herself putting two slices of pizza on the plate and handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I said accepting the plate. Our fingers brushed and she bit her lower lip, not meeting my gaze.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked her.
“No. Nothing. Why?”
I took a sip of my beer and gestured to her with the neck of the bottle. “You seem nervous all of a sudden. Do you want me to go?”
