Page 43 of Bazooka
“I’m going to get us some groceries so I can cook us proper meals.”
He cocked his eyebrows. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Clearly I am, but I don’t know what it is.”
“How about rule number three?”
Oh, right. It was the rule that said I can’t leave the apartment without him by my side. Darn it.
My face fell. “But we need food, Baz. And I need fresh air. I have been cooped up in the bedroom for days. Please. I’m begging you.”
Bazooka took another sip of water, eyeing me. Was he checking me out? No way he was checking me out.
“Okay,” he said finally. “We’ll go to the store, but let’s make it short. I have to go through some case files when we get back.”
I rolled my eyes. “You have a day off.”
“There’s no such thing for a cop,” he said, passing by me, only to stop in his tracks. “Oh, and by the way,” he added, smirking. “To answer your question, I fucked all over. Including the table.”
I gulped while he headed to the bathroom, whistling. Did he just say that? Oh, fuck him. Now, I had to go to the store with a semi.
But I handled it. I disguised the reason for my limping, pretending it was my ankle that bothered me. Bazooka wrapped his arm around me and helped me climb down the stairs, which didn't help with my problem. Luckily for me, the store was across the street.
“I think we should get you crutches,” Bazooka said when we stopped at the red traffic light.
I gasped, alarmed by the idea. “No fucking way.”
He chuckled. “Stop being so vain, Luz. The crutches will make your life easier.”
“I don’t care. I said no, and you can’t make me.”
Bazooka was still chuckling when we entered the store, but I didn’t find it funny. Also, why would I use crutches when I had him to carry me around? It was much more fun, not to mention enjoyable. So, it was no to the crutches. Yes, to the Bazooka-transportation.
After we filled the cart with food and argued for half an hour about who was going to pay for it, we left the store. He paid, which made me livid.
“I’m not your fucking charity, Bazooka,” I hissed as we crossed the street. “I’m not staying at your place and eating your food without contributing somehow.”
“You will contribute,” he said coolly.
“How? By giving you blowjobs? This is a real offer, by the way. What do you say?”
He burst into laughter. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
Be still, my heart.He called me sweetheart.Sweetheart.
I was still over the moon when we reached the park, and I spotted an ice-cream cart.
“I’m buying you ice cream,” I said, taking his hand in mine and pulling him after me. “If you try to take out your wallet, I will set it on fire. And you know I’m capable of it.”
It was a good thing we’d arranged for our groceries to be delivered.
“No, Luz,” he protested, trying to stop me. “I don’t want ice cream.”
“Well, you’re getting one,” I insisted. “And stop resisting, or I swear to God, I will take off my sneaker and hit you with it.”
After I bought us ice cream, we found an empty bench in the park across from a small pond. I sat beside Bazooka and put my feet in his lap, and then, for a while, we ate ice cream in silence.
“What do you think of my friends?” I said when I got bored with looking at the swans.
