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Maya Carter didn’t mean to fall for her pizza delivery guy—it just kind of happened somewhere between her third “extra cheese” order and the way Eli said her name like it tasted better than the pizza itself. She told herself it was about convenience, but soon her phone history was just Tony’s Pizza on repeat. Every knock on the door made her heart race a little faster, every receipt signed felt like a secret confession. She wasn’t sure if it was love or just hunger—but either way, she kept ordering.