“Here you go, Kris, your usual pepperoni pizza with extra cheese,” I said, handing over the warm box with a smile that I knew showed off my dimples.

  I stood there on his doorstep, the evening air cool against my skin, my delivery uniform hugging my curves just right after a long shift.

  Kris looked up from his wallet, his cheeks flushing that familiar pink as he fumbled for the cash.

  God, he was cute in that shy way, always ordering the same thing every night around this time, like clockwork.

  I’d been delivering to him for weeks now, and each time, I’d linger a bit longer, chatting him up,...