Ozzie growled under his breath at the touch, though he couldn’t deny the sparks that jolted through him. “Fun Galaxy. Sure. Okay. Why are you slumming it here, then?”
“Look, so.” Tuesday’s cheerful expression dropped into a deep frown. “I’m kinda trying to get away from my ex-boyfriend. He’s sort of not accepting that we broke up. It’s why I need a place to hide out for a bit. He’s a total Scorpio—real possessive, controlling, all that.
“Oh.” Ozzie’s face fell, the crunch of the cookie in his mouth the only sound for a few moments as he worked on a reply. “I’mreally sorry. That’s shitty… You, uh… Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
Tuesday seemed startled by the question, and his face flushed a dark shade of pink. He grinned, confident once more as he teased, “Aw, are you concerned for little ol’ me? That’s mighty sweet of you.” He brushed a few crumbs off Ozzie’s cheek.
Warmth bloomed where their skin touched, and Ozzie found himself leaning into it. “What? No… I just don’t like bullies. That’s all.”
“If you bully me, I’ll come.”
Ozzie choked on his next bite of cookie, and crumbs shot out before his hand could cover his mouth. He was able to swallow and breathe, croaking out a frantic laugh. “Oh, God.”
Tuesday smacked Ozzie’s back, giggling some more. “Saw that on a shirt here! Earth has the best T-shirts.”
“Okay, that’s actually really funny.” Ozzie laughed again. “Holy shit.”
“Yeah, you like that?” Tuesday grinned sweetly and gave Ozzie a little nudge. “Yeah, you like that? I got a million of ’em. I love stupid ass T-shirts.”
“Then why are you turning mine into crop tops?” Ozzie teased, unable to stop himself from grinning back at the beautiful pink boy.
“Because one, this shirt is stupid. It doesn’t have anything on it!” Tuesday scoffed. “And two, I like showing you my amazing body. Duh.”
“Christ.”
“Remember, call me Tuesday.”
“Okay, let’s get some pizza. I’m getting the munchies.” Ozzie licked his lips, mentally swatting away the butterflies in his stomach as he set the bong on the counter. He’d normally put itaway, but he had a feeling he was going to want to smoke again later.
Being high helped soothe his anxiety, but it didn’t do much for the weirdness of the hot alien guy with four arms eating his grandmother’s cookies.
Tuesday picked up the Tupperware. “These are coming with us.”
“Sure.” Ozzie got the box of pizza from the stove where he’d left it so he could carry it out to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the pizza on the coffee table in front of him. He tried not to stare as Tuesday strolled up to sit beside him, but it was really hard to avoid all that gorgeous bare skin.
God, he felt like such a pervert.
A dirty pervert alien fucker.
“Do you know Earth movies or shows?” Ozzie asked, fumbling with the remote. “Have any favorites?”
“Yeah!” Tuesday set the stack of Tupperware in his lap, wiggling over so his hip touched Ozzie’s. “We got cable in space too, you know.”
Ozzie could not ignore the electric sparks shooting through his body as Tuesday pressed so close. “Uh, right. What… what do you like to watch, then?”
“I love cooking shows,” Tuesday gushed. “I love watching ’em from all across the universe. But oh! Earth has that one with Satan. That’s my favorite.”
“Satan?” Ozzie opened the pizza box to get a slice. “Satan has a cooking show?”
“Yeah.” Tuesday shrugged. “I think he’s Satan anyway. He makes people cook with the worst Earth ingredients in tiny little kitchens and puts them in shackles and tortures them.” He cackled. “It’s fantastic.”
“Hmm… I’m not sure I’ve seen that one. Sounds kinda like something Gordon Ramsey would do.”
“Mr. Ribbed For My Pleasure Forehead? No, it’s not him.”
Ozzie snorted, and handed the remote to Tuesday. “Here.”
Tuesday kept munching, and a third arm popped out from his stomach to take the remote. “Here, lemme see…”
