Bazooka opened the bag and threw a toothbrush at me before taking out the food.
“Thanks,” I muttered, chiding myself for forgetting that I hadn’t washed my teeth in a while. Incidentally, did thetoothbrush mean I could stay here? Should I put it next to his own?
“It’s pasta with chicken and vegetables,” Bazooka said, handing me the food container. “I hope that’s okay.”
“It’s perfect,” I said, only to realize that he had brought none for himself. “What about you?”
“Don’t have the time.”
A man of few words. I would have pressed it, but I was starving. I took a mouthful of the deliciously creamy pasta, unable to contain a moan of pleasure.
“God, this tastes amazing. I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”
I raised my hand to take another mouthful when a sharp sting in my shoulder almost immobilized me.
“Fuck, can’t I make one move that doesn’t hurt?” I groaned out and tried again, hissing in pain.
“Let me see,” Bazooka said, sitting on the bed beside me and feeling my shoulder. It made the pain go away. Just like that. Poof.
“Hmm…” My human-sized painkiller hummed thoughtfully. “It’s not broken, but you have a nasty hematoma on your shoulder. Probably a microfracture.”
Before I could reply, he took the food away from me. I was about to protest when he twirled spaghetti on the fork and brought it to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the fork, keeping my cool as he kept feeding me.Yup. No big deal. Nothing to see here. Nope.
He was feeding me, though. The most unapproachable, emotionless man in the galaxy was feeding me. It was mind-boggling.
Get yourself together. Breathe, asshole.
When my brain started functioning again, I spoke.
“Why are you so good to me, Levi?”
Levi “The Bazooka” Bradley smirked at me as if I were the most ridiculous person in the world.
“Why wouldn’t I be good to you, Lucius?”
His words caused another meltdown because he knew my first name, and it shocked me.
“Ah, but whywouldyou be good to me?” I pointed out the obvious. “First, you hate me. Second, I annoy you. Third, you never talk to me—”
When he wiped my mouth with a paper napkin, I shut up abruptly. His fingers were on my lips, after all.
“I don’t hate you,” he said simply. “I’m barely aware of your existence.”
Now that was just rude. No, it was hurtful. And since I was mostly unhurtable, it made me livid.How dare he?
I smiled sweetly, hoping my fangs wouldn’t show. “Were you aware of my existence when we showered together naked?”
There. What do you have to say aboutthat?
Baz stuck the fork into a piece of chicken and brought it to his mouth. I watched his lips close around the fork before he ran his tongue along the bottom lip to lick off the sauce there. The pink tip of his tongue made me short-circuit for a moment.
“Your point being?” he said, as steely gray eyes found mine.
My point? Oh, fuck him and his tongue, because I had no clue. In my defense, I wasn’t used to looking him in the eyes or being so close to him. My problems kept piling up, getting thicker than the English fog in his gray gaze.
“You saw me naked,” I stated, raising my chin in defiance.
“I didn’t look,” Bazooka said, taking a mouthful of pasta.
