Chapter 522
0522
I can’t help but smile. “You’re cute.”
He tilts his head, as if unsure what to say to that.
And sexy.
“Well, eat before it gets cold.”
I nod, picking up a slice, watching the hot cheese stretch before it comes off and I bite into it. I close my eyes, letting out a moan of pure bliss.
Fuck, this pizza is so good.
“Wow, did you order this yourself? I wouldn’t have expected you to know such good pizza places around here.”
“Do you really think I don’t eat pizza?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he picks up his fork and takes a square of parmo on it.
“Not really. But you’re new here too. I’m certain me and the boys have tried every pizzeria around here,” I say as I take another bile.
I catch him smiling slightly, and I notice the dimple on his cheek, and the way his lip curls.
I pick up a piece of parmo with my fingers and bite into it.
Ok, I’m sold.
“Name,” I moan, relishing in the explosion of flavours.
“I’m afraid it’s a one-man place.”
“I don’t care if it’s a small business. It’s incredible. Now stop being greedy and keeping it a secret. Small businesses need more customers,” I say, taking a chip and dipping it in the chilli sauce.
Atticus smirks as he sits back after taking a pizza slice.
“Not exactly a business either, but I wouldn’t mind cooking again for you if you want me to,” he says, biting into the pizza.
I freeze, my eyes widening. “You cooked this for me?” I ask before shaking my head. “Whoa, I mean, you can cook?”
I can’t really cook much aside from beans on toast or cheese on toast.
“I dabble a little.”
“A little,” I say, taking another parmo square. Damn it’s so good.
“This is foodgasm worthy and you call it dabbling… you’re more than just suits, good hair and sexy selfies, then?”
He clenches his jaw, letting out a small, forced laugh.
“Can we not discuss the photos?”
“I don’t know. I kinda think they make good blackmailing content.”
“Funny.”
“They were sexy. You don’t have some secret adult site page or something?”
“Again. Funny,” he says sarcastically, making me smirk.
We both reach for another slice, our fingers brushing as we almost pick up the same slice.
“Sorry,”
,” I say, just as he speaks.
“Go ahead, you have it.”
I don’t argue, trying not to pay attention to the sparks. We fall silent and the reminder that Ada is gone settles in me again.
I move back until I’m sitting against the bed, and he instantly slides the tray closer to me. I stare across at the door, feeling him watching me from where he’s sitting on the other side of the tray.
Ada…
“What was she like? Was she as wild as you?” he asks, clearly knowing what is going through my mind.
“She was… she was positive. Always looking at the humour in things and the littlest things made her happy. She was my light.” I look at him, refusing to cry in front of him.
Yesterday I may have broken down in his arms, but I don’t want him to see how weak I am right now.
“She sounds wonderful.”
“she was,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. I place the pizza slice down and Atticus stands up, going over to the smaller tray on my desk and bringing it over. Placing it on the bedside table, he picks up the two cocktail glasses and passes me one.
Daiquiri is my favourite.
“To Ada,” he says, raising his glass. I look across at him before I slowly clink my glass with his.
“To Ada, the best sister I could ask for.” Turning away, I drink the glass in one, my eyes stinging with tears.