Page 77 of Crazy Thing

Everything is so fucking tiny in here. I’m used to waking up in my spacious house across the yard. Not this tin can on wheels.

But this tin can has better company than my house.

My eyes fall back to my naked Ziggy, who’s sitting on the floor, blinking in confusion, and looking around.

Despite the mess of empty containers and endless loose lids, I manage to bend down and scoop her up into my arms.

“Are you okay?”

Ziggy rubs her naked butt, and I can’t fight the urge to push her hand away and rub it myself.

She smiles softly, still looking a little disoriented. “Yeah. I’m fine. Happens at least once a week.”

My stomach grumbles again.

Ziggy gazes up at me with amusement in her eyes. “Hungry?”

“Yes,” I admit with an embarrassed grin. “Sorry my belly woke you up.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

She hops out of my arms, an adorable ball of energy, like she didn’t just fall out of bed and crack her butt on the floor.

“Okay! Let’s see what I’ve got here.” Ziggy scampers over to her tiny kitchen area, and stands on her tiptoes, giving me the best of all her rear end angles as she searches through her pantry shelves for food.

My eyes remain glued on her naked ass the whole time. I can’t help it. My stomach’s hungry for food, but the rest of me is just hungry for Ziggy.

I’m so distracted that I almost don’t even hear the options she’s offering me.

“How about a bowl of buckwheat porridge?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Oh, or some buckwheat granola over yogurt?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Or, wait.” She does a little wiggle. “I could also make buckwheat with fried eggs and mushrooms? What sounds best?”

“Yes…” I’m trying to pay attention. I’m struggling here.

Ziggy turns around and glares at me. “Are you even listening to me?”

Without her beautiful butt taunting me, my eyes bounce to her perfect tits. Yum!

“Darius!!” She waves her arms, her eyes alight with a mix of annoyance and laughter.

I quickly snap out of my daze. “Wait—what?”

She plants a hand on her jutted-out hip and narrows her gaze at me.

Uh oh. Angry Ziggy isespeciallysexy with her naked ass cheeks.

“I’ve got an idea,” I say. “Let’s go to my place, and I’ll make you some bacon.”

Her face crinkles in displeasure. “Bacon? No thanks.”

I chuckle.Who doesn’t like bacon?But then again, Ziggy’s not like the rest of us. That’s what I like about her anyway.

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