Go back to the package.

As tempted as I was to come and see Zayne's apartment, I had to get back to guarding Rorke's package. Plus, I couldn't go into a room full of women while I was in the nude. "Another time." I squeeked still holding my genitals.

"I don't have any plans after this," The delivery woman winked at me taking in the sight of my bubble butt. "Perhaps I can keep you company."

"Or you can go and find deliveries that you will actually be on time for." Zayne glared at her. The delivery girl walked away without protest grazing her fingers across my butt as she passed me. Zayne puffed up his cheeks for a moment then pouted. "See you again Jack-my-bee." he gave me a deferential wave goodbye and shut the door. As embarrassed as I was by that encounter I couldn't help but think, damn, he looks cute even when he's angry.

Another thought that crossed my mind as I padded back to my blanket was that silly little nickname he stuck me with, Jack-my-bee. I absolutely would protest such an absurd nickname if it came from anybody else, including my best friends and family members. So as I refastened my captive blanket around my waist, I decided right there and then that only Zayne would be allowed to call me that.

Why did such a thought make me smile?

"Jesus Christ man! What the hell happened to you?"

Both embarrassment and relief bombarded me as I faced this familiar voice. My roommate Rorke had finally returned.