“I don’t.”
“But,” one leg crosses the other, allowing me to completely angle myself towards him, “the uncertainty you suffered while debating whether to get bubble gum flavor with or without actual bubble gum indicates there’s still a minor concern you harbor regarding how those youcare aboutview you.”
At that, our gazes lock.
“Flattered I make that cut.”
“We’re living together for at least the next couple of weeks.OFC, I care what you think of me.”
“One, the whole talk your type speak, not my fav.”
“Noted.”
“Second-”
“You don’t like bubble gum?”
“Not in my ice cream, Bubblicious.”
“Is that why we’re not sharing?”
“We’re not sharing because contrary to how close you are to having just graduated high school-”
“I graduated early.”
“-we arelegallyboth adults who can afford the cash as well as the calories to enjoy our respective treats.”
Zero lightly chuckles.
Has another lick.
Chuckles again and kicks his chin in my direction.“Okay, dudette.What’s second?”
“Second,” is emphasized on the crooked grin that’s thoughtlessly covering my face, “I have literally lived with people for months and not given a shit about them or what they think.”
Shock sends his jaw straight to his lap.“No cap?”
“Proximity does not equal fucks to give in my navigation manual.”Post a single lick of my pistachio ice cream, I nonchalantly segue, “And since we’re talking about navigation now, did you secure us a vessel?”
Zero proudly beams and resumes consuming his treat.
“What type?”
“Um…the type that goes in the water?”
“Like a cabin boat?Or a cruiser?Center console?Trawler?”The clueless cringe I’m presented instantly causes me to mirthfully glare.“See.” Another taste is taken.“Youcanmake the face.You don’t have to say the word.”
Light laughs push his body slightly closer to mine, and I let them.
Why not?
He’s cute.
Sweet.
Hung – accordingly to my Sherwhorian deductions.
There’s nothing wrong with a little boat rocking.
