◆◆◆ Chapter 2 ◆◆◆
I woke up to an empty bed and a text: Last night was fun. Pizza Friday?
Sage called at 9 AM. "Tell me everything."
"I slept with the pizza guy."
Her squeal nearly ruptured my eardrum. "FINALLY! How was it?"
"Chaotic. Awkward. Really, really good." I stared at the ceiling, a stupid smile on my face. "He wants to do it again."
"Obviously he does. What did you say?"
"I haven't responded yet."
"Liv. Respond. Now."
I typed: My place or yours?
His response: Mine. I'll cook you actual food this time.
Dante's apartment was exactly what I expected — small, slightly messy, with a spectacular view of the city. He cooked pasta while I sat on his counter drinking wine, and it felt weirdly domestic for two people who'd met through accidental phone s*x confessions.
"So," he
