Page 39 of Bazooka
He moved to his knees, never taking his eyes off me.
“Meaning?”
Shit, I was really doing this, wasn’t I?
I had no other choice but to bite the bullet.
“Meaning, you can stay here for the time being.”
He squealed and threw himself into my arms, almost falling to the floor in the process. I caught him before the idiot could fall and break his neck.
“Thank you,” he said, wrapping his arms around my neck so tightly I could barely breathe. “I’m so fucking relieved, Baz.”
“Ow,” I muttered, complaining. “You’re suffocating me.”
“Sorry,” he said and let go of my neck, but his arms remained on my shoulders. “You won’t regret it, Bazooka.”
I made a face. “I’m not so sure about that.”
“You’ll see. I’m a great roomie. I’ll cook for you. I’ll clean the condo. I’ll wash your clothes. I’ll give you a massage every day after you come back home from work. Oh, and I’m the best cuddler in the world.”
“Okay, no,” I said, pushing him away. “None of the above.”
He finally let go of me, but only because he was in pain. I could see it on his face.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“My back hurts. I fucked it up yesterday, and now I’m paying the price.”
“Okay, let’s do the stinky cream treatment plus ice packs. How does that sound?”
“Awful.”
“Good. Strip and give me a moment to get my supplies.”
“When you say strip, you mean my underwear as well, or—?”
“Luz.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fiiine.”
When I came back, he was already lying on his belly, naked to the waist.
“There will be rules,” I said, applying the cream to his back. “And you will obey them, or else.”
“Like what?”
“Like, no hitting on me. It’s non-negotiable, by the way.”
Luz groaned in frustration but said nothing.
“No flirting,” I added.
He looked at me over his shoulder, frowning.
“Now, that’s just mean. How about a little bit of flirting? What’s the harm in it?”
“Okay, maybe a little,” I yielded, because it was fun bantering with him. “And then there’s the third rule, equally important.”
