"Nut hut or rehab?"
The humor in his tone makes me smile. I had nothing that would fit him but what my klepto ways had produced. Hospital scrubs were a one size kind of thing.
I smile to myself as I answer, "Nut hut."
His laughter is so full it startles me but I find my smile getting bigger.
"Appropriate."
"I thought so." I try my best to remember what I am doing. I remember everything but with him in the room my thoughts are all torn and mixed up. I was trying to make Nanny Kree's banana pancakes. I only saw her actually put them together a time or two and she always turned at one point. But I am gonna try.
"You cook?" I hear him pull out a stool and sit, I'm thankful he isn't to close, but still with him in the room I feel off. The distraction is nice, it makes the voices go away. It makes the slide show hazy.
"Ahh no not really" I tap my forehead as I catch his face out the corner of my eye. I catch not enough to register. A little trick I picked up. "I am trying?"
I hear him try to keep the laughter low and soft. I have to smile as I keep my back to him and try to remember what I was looking in the fridge for. Then I hear it burst out.
"Forget something." his barking laughter is teeth grinding and spine tingling. There is clearly only one response needed.
Flipping him the bird over my shoulder I grab at the first thing in sight. Thankfully it happens to be orange juice.
"Nice save." I do look at him and he is doing an over dramatic whistle off into no where. My mouth goes dry.
"I could have sworn I left a tee in there. Did it go missing?" He is sitting there look very bare, and I can't think. I am no good when I can't think. I need to not be scrambled. I count on my sober mind to be on alert. He is there with only a span of black granite between us, looking naked, tan well defined chest, broad shoulders. Turning away before I can make the. Fuck it no there is no time frame .That image is burned deep and will never go away.
"Well even if I tried my best it would have ripped at every seam, I wasn't sure if I should go the Hulk or the Rock." he seemed calm and casual a bit. Well I was trying to read that into it but really he was sounding flirty.
"It's fine, really," I want to scream put a fucking trash bag on anything but I manage to keep my cool. "I am just um glad I had anything that might work."
I try my best to plate the food and get the vision of how he is out of my head. It had gone much better in there before I saw him.
"I could always go grab a sheet and make a toga" great that is all I need is him looking even more god like.
"Um no it's fine. I will have this ready in a minute or two." I try to sound calm and together. Try but yup not working.
"No hurry, I kind of like seeing this side of you." there is a laugh in his voice. I have to wonder is it the actual visual or the flustered state I am in. Turning around quickly I know the answer.
