Page 44 of Bazooka
“They seem nice,” Bazooka replied, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. “How long have you known them?”
“Since college. We met at the club and clicked instantly.”
“What did you study?”
“Coding.”
He blinked in disbelief. “You’re kidding me?”
“No. Why? Do you think I’m dumb?”
“Of course not. I was just expecting something more creative.”
“Yeah, my fath—” I stopped abruptly, biting my tongue. “I kind of got forced into it, I guess. It was either that or piloting. What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Your job? Your friends?”
Bazooka shrugged, gazing into the distance. “It’s kinda family occupation, but I always wanted to be a cop. As far as my friends… I don’t have any. Tye Thorsen is the closest thing to a friend that I have.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, because they don’t fit in a duffel bag.”
Bazooka grinned. “Exactly.”
I finished my ice cream and stood up, staring at his tongue that traced a drop of melted chocolate down the cone. I jogged a bit in place to prevent another boner, although my ankle protested. When Bazooka finished his ice cream, I plopped down in his lap.
“Just for a short while,” I begged. “My butt hurts.”
He cocked his eyebrows. “You’re a touch-starved little kitten, aren’t you?”
I shrugged and wrapped my arm around his neck. “At least you didn’t call me a pest this time. And you said that kittens are cute. Do you think I’m cute?”
“Cute-ish,” he replied. “Stop fishing for compliments.”
“How about a girlfriend?” I said, pushing my sunglasses up my nose. “Why don’t you have one? Apart from the fact that girlfriends don’t fit in duffel bags.”
“I’m not exactly the relationship type, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Don’t you ever get lonely?”
“I’m used to it, I guess. What about you?”
I shook my head. “I’ve never been in a relationship. Not a proper one.”
“Why not?”
“The right one never came along, I suppose.”
Not until him, at least, but I wasn’t saying it.
“What about sex?” I asked him, digging deeper.
“When I want it, I have it,” Bazooka replied.
“And how do you know you’re straight?”
He chuckled. “How do you know you’re gay?”
