“What?”
“So are you.”
six
The week went by in a blissful blur.
Ozzie was certain he’d never laughed as much in his entire life as he had in the brief time he’d spent with Tuesday. While Tuesday certainly made it a tad more difficult to get through work undisturbed, he made the days fun and full of light. Ozzie was in such a good mood that his cheeks actually hurt from smiling so much.
They kept theLord of the Ringsmarathon going, and Tuesday was instantly obsessed, asking as soon as it was over to watch it again. There was also plenty ofCutthroat Kitchenso Tuesday could see what new tortures Satan had come up with, and he and Ozzie actually got ideas for new recipes to try.
Tuesday loved to cook, citing his past career as a chef, and he whipped up meals for them almost every night, and sometimes for lunch and breakfast too. He was happy to help out with housework too, in particular having an off fascination with the dryer.
Ozzie honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he found Tuesday in blob form going for a spin.
Every day was full of laughter, joy, and Ozzie felt as though he’d lived a lifetime since Tuesday crashed into his life. He’dnever been this happy, hadn’t known it was possible, and he woke up with a smile because he knew that whatever happened, Tuesday was going to be right there beside him.
By the time the night of the company party arrived, Ozzie wasn’t even dreading it anymore.
Okay, well…
Maybe not dreading it quite as much.
After all, this was pretty much his first official date with Tuesday, and that was something to be excited about. He was dying to see Tuesday’s face when he laid eyes on the limo that Ozzie had hired to drive them around for the night. It was an extravagance he would never have allowed himself, but for Tuesday…
He wanted this night to be magical.
It was almost time to head out, and Ozzie anxiously adjusted the blinking tie Derrick had loaned him. He raked his fingers through his shaggy hair to smooth it into place for what was probably the hundredth time. He really should have invested in some kind of gel, but he had stopped giving any fucks about his appearance since he so rarely left the house.
Shit.
It was fine.
It was fine.
Satisfied that this was as good as it was going to get, Ozzie grabbed his coat and poked his head down the hallway. “Tuesday?” he shouted. “Are you about ready?”
“Almost!” Tuesday called back. “You can’t rush perfection!”
Ozzie chuckled. “Okay!”
After a few moments, Tuesday came sashaying out of the bedroom. He was wearing shimmering gold leggings, black boots, and his reindeer shirt with a sequined gold vest. His hair wasn’t even pink now but gold with red and green highlights.
Ozzie stared in shock. “Wow.”
“Uh.” Tuesday grinned shyly and struck a pose. “Ta-dah!”
“Holy jingle bells.” Ozzie absolutely loved Tuesday’s transformation into a walking Christmas card. “You look incredible.”
Tuesday beamed, but he suddenly seemed nervous. “Really? It’s okay? I… I can change if you want.”
“What? No! You look absolutely perfect. The most Christmassy thing I’ve ever seen.” Ozzie moved close enough to lean in and smooch Tuesday’s cheek. “I’m gonna have the hottest date there.”
“Really? You like it?" Tuesday still sounded unusually unsure of himself. “It’s okay?”
“I do,” Ozzie promised. “So, ready? Need your coat?”
“Oh! Right!” Tuesday smiled. “The fuzzy one, please.”
