◆◆◆ Chapter 1 ◆◆◆
The pizza guy was unreasonably hot.
I noticed it the first time he delivered to my apartment three weeks ago. He had dark hair, olive skin, and a smile that suggested he knew exactly what effect he had on women. I'd noticed it the second time too, and the third, until ordering pizza on Friday nights became less about dinner and more about the thirty seconds of human interaction with someone who didn't look at me with pity.
"You're ordering pizza again?" my best friend Sage said over FaceTime. "Liv, it's been four years since Marcus died. You need to actually talk to this guy, not just stare at him through a crack in the door."
"I don't stare…"
"You absolutely stare. Ask him out."
"I can't just…"
"Then at least get yourself off. When's the last time you had an orgas
