Page 54 of Bazooka
“Not the fucking blouse,” Bazooka exclaimed. “This… all of this.”
I followed his gaze, wondering if he’d lost a brain cell or two on his way home.
“The curtains?” I offered as if he were dim-witted.
He rubbed his forehead. “Luz… what the fuck did you do?”
My face fell. “I thought you’d like it.”
“Why would I like it, Luz? Do I seem like someone who cares about curtains? Tablecloths? Statues… who the fuck is that?”
I looked at the statue of a naked god with a huge phallus, blushing.
“Pan? Narcissus?” I offered.
Bazooka looked livid. “I can’t believe you, Luz. Half a day. I’m gone for half a day, and what do you do?”
“I wanted to surprise you.”
He left the bags on the kitchen counter and headed to the bathroom.
“You surprised me, alright.” I heard him grumble. “You turned my apartment into a circus.”
I was hurt. And angry. A circus? A fucking circus?How dare he?
I reached for the statue of a naked god with a huge phallus and threw it into a trash can, almost crying when its dick broke off. I was half tempted to piss on the food I’d prepared, but I wasbetterthan that.
I was staring out the window, fuming, when Bazooka came back.
“Are you hungry?” he said, walking up to me. “I bought us enchiladas.”
I refused to answer. The prick.
He let out a heavy sigh as if I’d insulted him, and not vice versa.
“Luz—”
“Fuck off.”
He tipped my chin up, making me look at him. Steely gray eyes found mine, stern but kind.
“Don’t sulk.”
When I slapped his hand away, he smiled.
“You’re cute when you sulk.”
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t smile. Not yet. Not that easily.
Hold up! Did he just tell me I was cute?
He chuckled and pinched my cheek. “Come on, angry kitten. Smile and say hello to me.”
God, why did he have to be so charming?
I whined internally and placed my arms on his shoulders. I stood too close to him (kissing distance), but I felt as if he owed me that.
“Only if you apologize,” I grumbled, looking at him from under my lashes.
