Mack Daddy(13)

“Actually, kids don’t scare me.”

“Really? They even scare the f*ck out of me.”

“Yeah. I don’t really know why they don’t bother me. I suppose it’s because I perceive them as non-judgmental. They haven’t been tainted by false ideals and expectations yet.”

“That’s a valid point, I guess.”

I looked at the clock again then back at him. “Don’t you have to be somewhere?”

“You trying to get rid of me, so you can go back to being a hermit?” He winked, and I swear, I felt it right between my legs.

“I’m just asking.”

“I do have to head to class in a little while, so I’ll be out of your monkey hair. Any other questions you want to ask me?”

“Why were you walking around naked in the middle of the night anyway? What happened could’ve been avoided if you’d just had some clothes on.”

“I’m allergic to clothes like you’re allergic to people.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Actually, I just sleep better in the buff. You should try it sometime. Just put something on before you get up, because your blind ass could end up roaming the streets buck naked.” He looked down at my chest. “You have a mysterious white substance that looks suspiciously like cum on your shirt, by the way.”

Great.

I looked down. Apparently, I’d eaten the yogurt so fast earlier that I’d spilled some. “It’s yogurt.”

He laughed. “I know. Just trying to get a rise out of you, since you make it so easy. It’s just…it looks very comely.” He snorted.

We were both laughing now.

As nervous as he was making me, there was a growing part of me that was warming up to this guy. It was an odd contradiction to feel both nervous and comfortable at the same time. I guess the idea of him had been far more intimidating than the actual person.

I got up, opened the refrigerator, and noticed a full carton of eggs. “Whose eggs are these?”

“They belong to Moses. Nothing in there is mine. I never eat here.”

“Why not?”

“For one, I don’t cook.”

“You’re mom always did everything for you?”

“That’s a joke and a half. No. My parents were too busy for family dinners. I don’t think my mother ever cooked one meal. I did have some pretty nice nannies, though.”

“That sucks.”

“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” he said.

“At least you had both of your parents.”

Mack cocked his head to the side. “You didn’t?”

“No.”

“Someone die?”

I really didn’t want to talk about this.

“No…well…I don’t know. It’s possible. I never knew my father. He abandoned my mother when he found out she was pregnant with me. They were teenagers.”

His expression darkened. “Oh. I’m sorry. That sucks.”

“Well, you can’t miss something you’ve never had, right? I don’t know anything else, what it’s like to have a dad.”

“That’s true, I guess.”

Silence filled the air as Mack just continued to look at me. He never broke his stare.

I finally spoke. “Would you eat some eggs if I made some?”

“Hell, yeah. I’m starving.”

“Do you think Moses would mind?”

“Go for it. If he gets mad, I’ll let him touch my abs.”

“So…you know that he’s…”

“Gay. Yeah. Figured that out pretty quickly. It was the way he was watching me take a piss one day. His f*cking pupils were dilating, wouldn’t stop staring at my junk.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, my God.”

“I don’t care. He’s good people.”

“He is.” The fact that I was no longer freaking out around Mack wasn’t lost on me. He was actually pretty easy to talk to. “How do you like your eggs?”

“Over hard.” He had a smirk on his face when he said it.

“Is there a sexual joke there somewhere?”

“Let me think.” He scratched his chin. “Over hard…kind of like your hand last night.”

“You’re gross.”

“You asked.”

I sighed. “Well, I like mine over easy. I’ll make yours first. Hard eggs for a hard ass.”

“Over easy. I’d call you easy, but I don’t think you are. You’d have to like people to let them near you.” He winked.

When I noticed him scrolling through his phone with a smirk, I asked, “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking up the meaning of Frankie.”

“What does it say?”

Mack looked like he was trying to stifle a laugh when he said, “She who breaks wind in the night.”

He was totally pulling my chain. He’d heard me pass gas! I wanted to die.

“You heard that?”

“Yes. It’s what woke me up.” He grinned. “It doesn’t matter. We all do it. Maybe not as robustly as you.” He looked down at his phone. “Hmm.”