“Oh! Uh.” Ozzie smiled nervously, and his stomach twisted up into knots. “You’re, uh, you want me to come with you? That’s… Yep, that’s cool.”
“Well, yeah. It’s your bed.” Tuesday chuckled. “Seems kinda mean to kick you out of it. And I promise, I will behave.”
“Really?”
“Yeah!”
Ozzie stared.
“What?” Tuesday batted his eyes sweetly. “I will be an absolute gentleman.”
Ozzie wasn’t sure if he believed him, but honestly…
There was a part of him that hoped Tuesday wouldn’t be.
Maybe not a full gentleman.
Just, like, ninety percent.
Seventy?
Crap.
three
Ozzie washed up, brushed his teeth, and turned off the light in his bathroom before he stepped back into the bedroom to find Tuesday lounging right in the middle of his bed. He’d known Tuesday was going to be there, it wasn’t exactly a surprise, and yet, the sight still stole Ozzie’s breath from his chest, and his feet became glued to the floor.
Holy fuck.
The hot alien was in his bed.
The hot alien was there in his bed and looking, well…
Really hot.
Ozzie really needed to get a hold of himself, but it was hard to think clearly with such a beautiful man in his bed. Especially a man who had been so kind and sweet andflirtedwith him, andyup, there went his brain again because Ozzie had never had anyone else in his bed before. He didn’t want to make assumptions, but…
Maybe this could be the start of something.
Possibly.
But what if Tuesday thought he was too weird? Too hairy? Toosomething?
Ozzie realized he had been standing there silently, gawking like a total dope, and he grinned sheepishly as he tried to think of something to say. “Uh, hi.”
“Hi yourself, handsome.” Tuesday pulled back the covers, patting the spot beside him with a grin. “Come on over, baby. I don’t bite.” He paused. “You know… much. Maybe if you’re into that.”
“Definitely not into that. I don’t think.” Ozzie finally got his feet to cooperate, taking a few clumsy steps toward the bed. “Guess I don’t know, though.”
“No?” Tuesday tilted his head curiously. “Never had anybody nibble on you before?”
“No!” Ozzie’s face roasted as he sat delicately on the edge of the bed. “Never. That is a… no.”
Tuesday stretched out his long body, tucking his upper arms behind his head while his lower hands slid over his stomach. “Now that is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard, baby.”
“It’s not sad.” Ozzie shook his head, lying down next to Tuesday. “I’m just kinda picky, I guess. And people were picky about me. So, I just… you know. I haven’t done much, uh, of that. Much of… that.”
After all, intimacy required being close to people, and that…
