Riley's pov.

My mouth watered as I stared at the steaming pizza and beef sandwiches.

How did they know my favorite in less than an hour?

My gaze narrowed to Mom. She didn’t look at me—she had clearly been avoiding my eyes since their kiss and my disgust.

It wasn’t my fault she couldn’t control herself in front of her own child. She deserved it.

I dived into the steaming pizza immediately, placing a huge slice on my plate. At the side, the beef sandwich sat still, ...