"What?" For a moment Murphy was to thrown aback by the randomness of the visitor and his first demand after opening the door. A hi she could have handled. This? Took two seconds to work through.
"Convince me," he repeated, not bothering to explain how or why he ended up in Chicago, more precisely at her front door.
"Spencer, what the hell?"
"The Chicago pizza? You praised it." He grinned, playfully, obviously enjoying that he had caught her by surprise.
Murphy shook her head, slowly regaining her composure. "I see. California pizza must really suck if you drive all the way here to get something better."
"Of course we both used it as a pretense, because secretly we were already missing each other before you were gone. So do your best. Convince me! I might get myself a penthouse nearby."
She laughed. "I got work to do, I can't just drive around and show you the different pizza places..."
"That won't be neccessary." He presented two boxes he had kept out of view so far. "I brought them. Didn't try them yet. You have to advertise them for me. Like a tupperware party."
"I'm not having tupperware parties."
"I'm glad."
He smirked, stepping into her personal space and boldly pressed his lips to hers, the scent of real damn good Chicago pizza lingering between them.
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"What?" For a moment Murphy was to thrown aback by the randomness of the visitor and his first demand after opening the door. A hi she could have handled. This? Took two seconds to work through.
"Convince me," he repeated, not bothering to explain how or why he ended up in Chicago, more precisely at her front door.
"Spencer, what the hell?"
"The Chicago pizza? You praised it." He grinned, playfully, obviously enjoying that he had caught her by surprise.
Murphy shook her head, slowly regaining her composure. "I see. California pizza must really suck if you drive all the way here to get something better."
"Of course we both used it as a pretense, because secretly we were already missing each other before you were gone. So do your best. Convince me! I might get myself a penthouse nearby."
She laughed. "I got work to do, I can't just drive around and show you the different pizza places..."
"That won't be neccessary." He presented two boxes he had kept out of view so far. "I brought them. Didn't try them yet. You have to advertise them for me. Like a tupperware party."
"I'm not having tupperware parties."
"I'm glad."
He smirked, stepping into her personal space and boldly pressed his lips to hers, the scent of real damn good Chicago pizza lingering between them.