Page 8 of Space Daddy and a Boy Called Twink

He followed right behind me, through the living area, to the kitchen island. I knelt and fetched the waffle maker from the cabinet beside the oven and placed it on the counter. “I feel like you might need at least four,” I said, jumping when I realized he was standing less than an inch from me. “Jesus Christ! You scared the crap out of me. Twice in one morning.”

He tilted his head, inspecting my face, before taking a step back. “Sorry. What would you like me to do while you make waffles?”

He talks so strangely…

“You can sit at the kitchen island,” I said, motioning toward it. “Like a normal person.”

He hurried over as I set up the waffle maker, and when I turned around, found him sittingonthe island.

“Um…”

“Yes?” he asked.

“There are stools on the other side.”

“Oh…”

But he didn’t budge.

“That’s where you would sit,” I said as though explaining how the world worked to a goddamn alien.

Daddy smiled. “Of course, Twink.” He scooted off the island and made his way around before assessing one of the stools.

“So…did you have a fall before meeting me and hit your head?” I asked, trying to work out why he was acting this way. “Or are you still a little drunk?”

“I did fall last night, actually,” he said, taking a seat.

There was some relief in hearing that. Maybe that explained it.

“Yesterday was hectic for me,” he said. “I wasfucked.”

As I fetched the waffle mix from the pantry, I said, “Want to talk about it?”

“I shouldn’t.”

Yup. Still weird.

I was at a loss how to make conversation with a man who seemed to throw me with every answer, so I just got the waffles started before making another attempt.

“So what part of town do you live in?”

“I’m staying not far from the bar where we met.”

“Oh, really? You live near Filth? Are you in Ryo or the Veco complex?”

His brow creased. “I…”

He didn’t seem eager to share, so I said, “Sorry. None of my business. I’m still learning about boundaries with my therapist. Like I probably shouldn’t have even said that because I don’t want to trauma-dump on you. But my friend lives in Ryo, which is why I was asking.”

“Powerbottom?”

I rolled my head back and laughed. “I figured that horndog might have fucked you already. Why didn’t he say anything to me last night?”

“I have not mated with him, if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

Mated? The hell?

But then, when you were that hot, you could be a little strange.