Don’t answer the door without a shirt! Now, go get dressed before you catch a cold,” I scolded.

“Why? He was kinda cute. Do you think he would’ve went for it if I said I didn’t have any money?” Wesley asked.

“You’re mine and I wouldn’t let you prostitute yourself for pizza. Now go put on a shirt,” I said, pulling two slices onto a plate.

Author: J.M. Colail