Friday evening, the doorbell rang. I grabbed the cash on the table and went to meet the pizza guy.
Except it wasn’t the pizza guy. Again.
“Ethan,” I gasped as he dragged me outside and closed the door behind us.
He pressed me against the side of the house and kissed me until we were both panting and desperate for air. When he released me, he groaned. “I missed you so f*****g much. I’m sorry I didn’t call you. It was more of a whirlwind than I thought it was going to be. Can I share your pizza tonight? Maybe your bed, too. For a little while, at least.”
I nodded and pulled him in for another kiss. The door opened behind us before things got too heated. Ethan flashed me a look full of promises for later, then scooped up Becca and carried her inside.
“How was your week, guys?”
“We’re on
