Page 45 of Bazooka
“I like dick.”
“Well, I like pussy,” he countered.
“I liked it once too,” I said with a shrug. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“So, you’re a little mind-changer,” Baz said, pushing away a strand of hair from my forehead.
Yup, I almost died.
“I’m also known for changing people’s minds,” I said, wrapping my other arm around his neck. It was bold of me, but he kind of brought it on himself.
Bazooka looked at me, seemingly amused, and it made me realize we’d never been so close to each other before. Not kissing-distance close. I glanced at his lips, wondering if I should give him a little smooch, but I had a feeling it would be a bad idea.
He confirmed it when he spoke. “Are you done flirting, pest? Can we go home now?”
I groaned in frustration.
“Do we have to?”
“We do.”
I didn’t want to go. I was in vanilla heaven, and I didn’t want to leave it, but I had no other choice.
“Fine, then. Let’s go home.”
Bazooka stood up with me still clinging to him before he let me slide down his body…slowly. His entire body. Every muscular inch of it, and there were a lot of muscles there. A lot of inches. And he did it on purpose. To fuck with me, probably.
When his gray eyes found mine, filled with laughter, I gulped.
“Are you okay?” he said, sounding amused.
“You know I’m not. By the way, when will you give me my birthday present?”
There. How about that?
He put his hands on my shoulders and pointed me toward the street.
“I would love to, but your lips are busted.”
“Fuck off, Levi.”
“Likewise, Lucius.”
He would never admit it, but he was flirty, too. There was a playful, lighter side to Levi “The Bazooka” Bradley, which I was only starting to notice. He kept it hidden, but it would burst here and there like light through the cracks.
After we returned home, I gave up on cooking because my ankle hurt. Instead, I sat on the sofa while Bazooka ordered us a pizza. After the food arrived, we had our first proper meal at the table, like normal people.
“It looks more homely now,” I said, looking around the room. “There’s still more work to be done, though.”
He hummed noncommittally, clearly not too interested in the topic. I had other plans, but I didn’t share them with him, because I wanted it to be a surprise.
We spent the afternoon in bed after I asked him to join me there. Fine, I begged. I bugged him for half an hour until he finally gave in. He joined me in bed with the laptop in his lap, and it only cost me six hours of non-flirting. I accepted because I didn’t want to be alone, and because I was allowed to flirt again in the morning, so it was a win-win. I watched TV while he worked, and it was the most peaceful time I’ve ever spent with anyone.
It wasn’t very late when my eyes started closing. When Baz made a move to leave, I reached for his hand and stopped him.
“Please. Until I fall asleep.”
To my surprise, he stayed, and I didn’t even have to beg.
