Chapter 29

Still, I pick out a slice and bite into it, refusing to look at him. I won’t let myself fall into his trap.

He draws a soft circle on my shoulder with his thumb. “You know,” he says, his voice low, “I didn’t really invite you over here for pizza.”

Hoping to keep things light between us, I joke, “I know, you said this or Chinese, but Riley really likes pizza. In case you didn’t notice.”

Derek shifts on the seat and leans in, hugging me to him. His other arm eases beneath the table to wrap around my middle, his hand coming to rest so high up on my thigh, there’s no mistaking his intentions.

He props his chin on my shoulder and stares at me openly, waiting for me to meet his gaze. I can’t, I won’t. I concentrate on the pizza I’m eating and only spare him quick glances from the corner of my eye.

“You said you weren’t seeing anyone,” he whispers, his breath hot against the side of my neck.