The doorbell finally rang. I took a big gulp and walked over to the door.
“Who is it?” I asked in my most playful voice.
“It’s the pizza guy. I’ve got a hearty meat pizza that’s just dying to go in someone’s mouth.” I opened the door and found Kellan standing there in pajama bottoms and a snug white undershirt. Damn, even dressed down, he still looked good. Of course, his package was on display in his pajama pants. I tried my best not to look down, but I guess my struggle was a little too obvious.
“It’s okay, you can look down. I know you want to,” Kellan said with a wink.
“Well, you certainly aren’t modest, are you?”
“Does it look like I have a reason to be?” Before I could respond, Kellan presented me with a rose that he was hiding behind his back.
“You can’t have a proper first date without flowers,” Kellan said before he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.