Page 31 of The Hookup Mix-up

But he does, and we finish the chapter, highlighting things I need to go over and try to remember for the test. When we’re done, we move the books aside but don’t get up, just lie next to each other on the bed.

“Do I get my pizza and anime?” I flutter my lashes like the choice is really up to him and I have to plead my case.

“You’re trouble,” he says, but there’s a smile on his face.

“What? Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s what makes it worse.” Perry sits up and grabs his phone. I immediately wish I hadn’t said anything so he would still be lying beside me. “What do you like on your pizza?”

“What do you mean?”

He tosses me a look over his shoulder. “Toppings?”

“No. What do you mean, that makes it worse?”

He groans, running a hand through his short, dark hair. “You don’t want to know.”

“Well, I wanted to know before, and now, having you say that makes me need to know even more.”

He sighs, and I’m pretty sure that means I’m going to get my way…which is kinda cool. I’m always the one trying to give everyone what they want, so this—Perry doing it for me—makes me feel…I don’t know, important.

“You’re basically irresistible, Puppy. And the fact that you don’t know you’re adorable and irresistible makes you more adorable and irresistible. It’s fucking with my head.”

My dick twitches, heat spreading through my groin, and I can’t help but shoot a glance down there because, yep, I’m getting a little hard.

“Oh,” I reply—because what else can a guy say to that?

“See? I did say you didn’t want to know.”

“But I do. I’m glad you told me, but, um…pepperoni?”

He laughs, grabs a pillow, and smashes it into his face with a muffled scream.

“Was that adorable too?”

“Shut up, Puppy.” He gets on his phone to order our food, and when he’s done, grabs his laptop and sets it in front of us. We lie on our stomachs. “Where do I find this weird cartoon stuff?”

“It’s not weird cartoon stuff,” I grumble, then head to the site and log in to my account. I pick Run My Town. It’s got action and intrigue, with some Mafia thrown in. I hope it’s something that will keep Perry’s attention. “We can do something you want afterward. Or first? And if you hate it, you have to tell me, and we’ll stop.”

“I told you I would watch it, and I will. We’re not doing something I want first. You earned it.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes, you did. Now be quiet so I can watch.”

We get through the first episode before the doorbell rings, and Perry leaves to get the food. He comes back with a two-liter soda, a large pizza, plastic cups, and napkins.

“Should we watch something else while we eat?” I ask.

“Nope. I’m digging this.”

I can’t tell if he’s being sarcastic, but I go with the flow. I sit up, and we situate ourselves on the queen-size bed so the box is in front of us. Perry pours our drinks, and we watch anime while sharing our late dinner.

I’m watching the screen, my eyes riveted on the laptop while I set my crust down in my pile of others and reach for another piece. When I do, my hand touches his, a static zip shooting up my arm, then taking a weird, confusing detour to my dick, which twitches again. I mumble, “Sorry.”

“You should be. I can’t believe you touched my hand.”

“Ha-ha.” I play along, but really, my thoughts and feelings are confirming what I thought before I came over here: I must be bi.

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