Page 48 of A Slice of Love

“Come again?”

Lifting the pie, he says, “I’m holding this hostage until you let me in.”

Let him in? Like, inside my apartment?

I was wrong. I’m not insane.

Heis.

“Don’t you have to work?”

“Ah, that’s where things get fun. I’m off the clock.”

My brows pinch together, not understanding. “You’re delivering this on your own time?”

“I am.”

For the first time since I opened the door, I’m noticing he’s not wearing his normalSlice, Slice Babyshirt.

“Why?”

“I wanted to see you.”

He says it like it’s the most logical answer in the entire world.

There’s a heavy pause. He steps toward me, the scent that’s all Jonas filling my senses. I clutch the doorframe until my knuckles turn white to keep myself from reaching for him.

“Invite me inside, Frank.”

“I want to.”

“Then do it.”

“I’m scared.”

His lips tilt up. “I’ll only kiss you if you ask me to.”

Now I’m white-knuckling the doorway because if I don’t hold on to something, I’m certain I’ll be a puddle on the floor.

“Frank?”

I don’t say anything. I can’t.

Instead, I take a step to the side.

He grins and pushes past me.

I try not to let my heart burst out of my chest.

The door clicks shut behind me, the sound deafening in my otherwise quiet apartment.

Jonas stands just inside the door, unmoving.

I grab the pizza from his hands and lead us into the living room, setting the pie down on the coffee table.

“Want some pizza? I’ll grab plates.”

Before he can say anything, I rush off to the kitchen.

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