I dart back into the living room and over to the elevator. Next to the doors is a panel with several buttons on it, including one that's flashing and says "Entry" above it. I hit the button, and a moment later I hear the elevator moving, bringing the pizza guy up to us.
Not even an hour ago, I was excited about trying some authentic New York pizza. Now, though, I can't even think about food.
I saw Alex naked. Felt him naked. Wanted him to stay on top of me and -
No. I am not thinking about this.
I'm still so stunned by the whole thing that when the elevator doors open, I stare at the pizza guy for a full minute, unable to form a sentence.
"I, uh, have your pizzas," the guy says. "That'll be thirty-seven sixty."
Right - money. I need to find my purse. Need to pay for the pizzas. Need to do anything but think about my best friend's penis.