Page 96 of Last Love

“Cravings?”

He lightly chuckles prior to replying, “Just for pizza.”

I lightly giggle and let my fingers drift into his hair. “You always crave pizza after marathon sex.”

“Is that really a bad habit though?”

Our playful exchange is welcomed.

Embraced fully.

“Not as bad as you trying to convince me to put banana peppers and pineapple on it.”

“They’re good!”

“They’re gross.”

Ry shoots his eyes up to show me a playful glare. “Don’t make me fuck the truth into you.”

His threat like the whole topic gets us both laughing again, which I know is needed.

I know him.

I know he’s not ready to talk about his father or Kara or looming support group just yet.

And that’s okay.

This is one of those times I can go the speed he needs.

Be there for him.

We may still be shuffling cards in and out of our deck, but I know we’re on the same side of the table.

More importantly, I know we’re in this game of life together.

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