Chapter XVI

After a forty-five minute wait, a knock came at the door and Victor offered to get the pizza.

I tried to give him some cash to pay with but he declined, not letting me have the opportunity to counter him.

I heard some chatting as I sat at the head of the bed, waiting for him to return.

I glanced back to the desk, the journal still sitting out, open on the table.

With the few minutes I had with him out of the room, I took the opportunity to bury it back in a draw.

I had just sat down again when he came back into the room, two pizza boxes in his arms, a paper bag in his hand and a grin on his face.

I dragged the chair closer to the bed to use as a table for our drinks and sat back further on the bed, making sure there was enough room for everything.

He plopped down next to me, noticeablely more cheerful, and placed the boxes in between us.

We opened the boxes and warm steam blew into our faces, the smell of fresh pizza making us both drool.

Abandoning all etiquette, but making sure not to make a mess, we dived into our meals, wolfing them down.

I had never had such nice pizza.

The cheese was perfect and stretchy, creating a string when you pulled it away; the pepperoni was just the right amount of greasy, making you crave the next mouthful; and the dough was cooked to perfection, not too hard and not too soft.

After we finished our meal, Victor lay down next to me with a sigh, our hair touching on the pillow.

It felt nice, being close to someone after having a meal.

The warmth in my belly mirrored the warmth of the person laying next to me and all of my worries vanished in an instant.

I had no negative thoughts clawing at the inside of my brain making me disbelieve everything that was said to me.

I had no thoughts at all.

The peace and quiet of my mind was nice.

The only sounds in the room were of our breathing and the occasional yell from the street outside.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I want a pizza :(