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I gave it some thought before pulling him into my arms.
“We’ll see.”
His sigh told me he wasn’t happy with my answer, but he let it slide. After that, we both fell asleep. Someone covered us with a blanket during the night, and it was the last thing I could remember before waking up. As if he could feel me stir, Luz gave me a sleepy, puzzled look.
“What is it?”
“I have to go,” I replied, straightening up. “I need to drop by my place before I go to work.”
The apartment was silent as I walked down the hall, which meant that the others had already left. I was passing by the open bedroom, only to spot Jordan sleeping on the bed and Adam lying next to him. They were both fully clothed and wasted, so I quickly tiptoed down the hall, refusing to step into that pile of shit. After I refreshed myself in the bathroom, I headed to the front door, only to hear footsteps behind me.
“Here,” Luz breathed when he caught up with me, handing me a Tupperware and a thermos. “Coffee and more cupcakes.”
I smiled. “Thank you, kitten.”
“I finally got a good night’s sleep, Baz,” he said, yawning. “Maybe because I came like a motherfucker.”
I burst into laughter and pinched his cheek. “Stay safe, pest. Okay?”
He nodded, looking as if he was about to say something else, but changed his mind. Instead, he waited for me to slip through the door, and then closed it behind me.
Chapter 18
Maybe. Maybe Not.
Luz
Options. I had them. One was turning over a new leaf. The other one was suicide. The third one was seduction, which hadn’t been so successful in the past. So, I chose the fourth one. Cupcakes.
But that was yesterday. That was before what happened, happened. I still couldn’t believe it happened, but I’ve been staring at the proof ever since Bazooka had left. The proof was the wet wipes I’d used yesterday after I came in my pants like a teenager. It was kind of embarrassing, but in my defense, Bazooka put his hand on my dick, so kudos to me for surviving it. And today was a new day, but what did it all mean?
“What do you think?” I asked Jordan over morning coffee.
“I don’t know,” he replied thoughtfully. “Bazooka is difficult to read. How did he seem to you this morning?”
I shrugged. “Normal. Sleepy. Kind.”
“But sexual organs have been touched, and bodily fluids were released?” Jordan asked me.
“Correct,” I replied.
“But isn’t he like… straight? Why the sudden change of heart? Or was it just a single, solitary leap into the unknown?”
It was the only thing that kept me from knocking on Bazooka’s door. Was he still straight? Or wasn’t he? Unsure, maybe? I couldn’t bear not knowing. I couldn’tbearit. So, I sent him a text, but only after changing his name on my phone from Bazooka (the one who betrayed me) to Bazooka (the love of my life).
Me:Hey.
The three dots appeared and disappeared, scaring the shit out of me.
Bazooka (the love of my life):Hey.
Me: Are you okay?
Bazooka (the love of my life):Yeah. You?
Me:I’m great. Can I ask you a question?
Bazooka (the love of my life):Can I stop you?
