Daisy’s POV
We sit across from each other in the living room, me in my father’s chair, Noah stretched out on the couch, the extra large meat supreme sitting on the table between us, along with a box of fries, some bread sticks, and a couple of beers.
Half the pizza is already gone, most of it being consumed by Noah, who inhaled three slices before I even finished my first. He’s eyeing the other half but doesn’t reach out, instead he sneaks me a look as I quietly consume the last bites of my second slice compared to the fourth of his own, that disappeared minutes ago.
‘You can have another slice or four’ I tease finally when he practically groans out loud, looking anywhere he can, other than at the six remaining slices that are sitting tantalizingly in front of him.
Noah startles, ‘what
