Page 26 of Bazooka
Me:I need boxers, the sexy ones. PJ’s—the see-through ones. Hmm… What else?
Alain:Are you staying there???
Me:Think, Luz, dammit. Think. Wait, why am I texting you this?
Me:BTW, my legs were around Bazooka’s waist last night!!!
Alain:No! Noooo!
Alain:Did you two fuck?
Me:No, silly.
Me:Not yet.
Me:I’ll explain later.
Me:And I need face powder. I don’t have it, so buy me one. And a CONCEALER. Don’t dare show up here without a CONCEALER. And lip balm. The one that tastes like watermelon. No!!! Vanilla!!!!!
Me:And LUBE!!!!!!!!!
Alain:You are officially insane.
Insane? I mulled it over, considering his statement. Was I insane?
No, I finally concluded. No, I wasn’t insane. Why?
For reasons:
·He let me text him for months.
·He saved me.
·He fed me.
·He let me sleep in his bed.
·He carried me all over the place.
·He helped me shower.
·He treated my wounds.
·He joked about kissing me.
·He stayed with me while I peed (he didn’t look at my dick, which was a shame because I had a big dick, so I had that going for me).
Was Bazooka straight? Probably. Maybe. For now. But not attracted to me? Not even a little? Impossible. Right?
I headed to the kitchen, mulling it over.
“Do you drink coffee?” Bazooka asked me when I joined him.
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“Are you hungry?”
“A bit. Where did you sleep?”
