He studies me, lips curved in the smallest hint of a smile. “No hope for what?”
Preventing myself from falling for you.
Somehow I manage to keep that as an inside thought.
“Pizza’s here!” Easton’s muffled yell filters through the crack in the door.
Saved by the East. “We should head back.”
Jed smiles knowingly at me. “Yeah.”
We all settle at the kitchen table and devour our pizza. Even East, since it’s his cheat day. Most of our talk revolves around today’s game and how the Jetties are doing.
“Heard any whispers of when you could get the call-up?” Paulie asks Jed.
Jed shakes his head. “No. Sanders is having a good year, so I might be waiting until next year.”
“His bat is pretty cold, though,” I point out between a bite of my last Hawaiian slice. “If they need the bat, it’s a no-brainer to call you up. You’re seeing everything right now.” It’s hot as fuck. Every time he hits a home run, I want to jump him. Apparently, home runs make me horny.
“Is that actually good?” Jed asks, his nose turned up as he stares at my slice.
I groan. “Notanotherhater. I swear the only person here who’s on my side is Frankie.”
Something flickers across Jed’s face. “Can I try it?”
I hand him my slice. All three of us watch him like he’s about to eat insects on aSurvivorchallenge. He takes a tentative bite and chews slowly. He cocks his head. Swallows.
His eyebrows lift. “That’s surprisingly…really good.”
I punch the air. “Heck yeah! Another one on my side. Don’t hate, appreciate!”
He takes another bite. “The sweet and salty combo is solid.” Steely brown irises meet mine. “I’m finishing this, by the way.”
I just sit there and smile. Totally fine with me.
Because he likes my weird pizza.
Maybe he’ll like weird me, too.
We quickly cleanup from dinner. Or I should say, Jed and I do. Paulie and East cut directly to the living room. Easton sprawls across the couch, and Paulie takes over the entire love seat.
“What do you guys want to watch?” Paulie calls over to us.
I glance at Jed. “Any preference?”
“I’m not picky.”
“Let’s do something funny,” I call over.
“Schitt’s Creekit is,” Easton says, reaching for the remote. We’re in the middle of season three right now. That show is the fuckingbest.
“Wait!” I turn to Jed. “Very serious question. Have you seen this show?”
He shakes his head slowly. “I haven’t. Does that mean I’m banished?”
I grab his wrist and tug him toward the living room. “No. It just means we need to start back over at the beginning. You’re going to love it. It’s hilarious. Moira is myfavorite. Actually, no. Alexis. Or David.” Urgh. It’s impossible to choose.
I shove him ahead of me, and he takes the open spot next to East. Which was…the only open spot.
