Page 7 of Up in a Blaze
It was early, but I felt the need to check on him. For all I knew, he could have stolen all my things while I slept.
With a robe on, I made my way downstairs and saw Blaze sitting up on the couch, watching television on low. He followed my every step as I moved closer.
“Would you like pain meds?”
He tipped his chin up.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I cocked a brow. “Does that mean yes?”
“Please,” he forced out.
Smiling, I nodded. “That is better.” Turning, I headed toward the kitchen. When I returned with the medication, he opened his eyes and lifted his head off the back of the couch. I held out a bottle of water and after he uncapped it, I placed the two tablets onto his palm. “They have pain relief and anti-inflammatory in them.”
He grunted and swallowed them down.
I wouldn’t mind watching his throat work while he swallowed around my cock.
Said cock twitched under my sleep pants.
I shouldn’t be thinking of him like that. For all I knew, he could be homophobic.
Then why was he outside a gay club? Unless he’d just been in the area.
“You gonna stare at me all day?” he asked.
“Since you are in my house, chéri, I can do whatever I like.”
“Then you wanna stare at me while I shower?”
My mouth dropped open as my stomach tingled.
Was that really an option, or was he teasing? It was hard to tell with his straight face.
“I might need to in case you fall over.”
Baiser, am I really flirting with a dangerous man?
Did I really want to see him fully naked?
Oui, I honestly did, and if he was willing to show me, who was I to argue against his choice?
With a groan, he stood and pressed a hand to his wound. Bruises marred his big build, but they were less of a worry than the gunshot I’d stitched up.
“Show me the way,” he said, still without any facial expression so I didn’t know if he was uncomfortable with me tagging along or if he really was teasing me.
“Fine.” I turned and took him to the guest bathroom downstairs. Not that I had guests who slept over. The acquaintances I had all lived in the same area and went to their own homes on nights out.
I reached into the shower and started the water while I waited for Blaze to confess he was messing with me and wanted me out of the bathroom.
He could be into guys, but I doubted I was to his taste. I probably mouthed off too much. He looked like he was used to a docile partner—someone who didn’t argue back. That would never be me.
And why would I even think about being with a man I just met who had been beaten and shot for some reason?
That was just asking for trouble.
Although, trouble could bring a bit of fun to my life.
“The water is warm, not too hot,” I said.
