Ad in the Oakdale Gazette: Seeking cuddle partner....Must enjoy: cuddling, movies in bed, napping....with possible kissing.
“You stupid shit.” Casey laughed as his friend’s head hit the kitchen table in frustration.
“I’m gonna kill you.” For three days, Luke had entertained knock after knock on their door from eager guys answering his personal ad placed after a night of too many beers with Casey. He’d never drink again.
“Send ‘em away,” he groaned under his breath.
Casey chuckled with arms crossed and went to answer the door.
First there had been Roth, who wanted to meet for coffee and study. (Yeah, sure.) Then Reg…‘I’m pretty attracted to you, and you seem to be able to tolerate me (What kind of line is that??), and it could be fun to hang out sometime without all the baggage.’ The last guy—Reid—said he had feelings for Luke since the second or third time he’d laid eyes on him. (Stalk much?) Casey kicked him to the curb.
“Listen, he doesn’t wanna hear about the size of your-, awwwwww, a puppy!” His eyes fell from the tall, dark-haired dude down the thin leash to the little brown puppy with big eyes. It wagged its tail excitedly and looked up at him.
“Uh-, is this Luke Snyder’s apartment?”
“Yeah.“ Casey crouched down and grinned. “He’s a cutie!”
“May I speak with him, please?”
He stood back up with the puppy in hand, and it licked his face wildly. “The answer’s no. He doesn’t wanna meet you. He doesn’t wanna see anybody.” He grinned just as wildly. “Hey boy! Atta a boy! You’re so cute!”
“Oh,” the man answered with dejection.
“Do we get to keep the puppy?” Casey asked seriously, beginning to tug on the leash.
“Well, it was-, it was for Luke,” he said sadly. “I thought he could use a friend.”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Casey smirked while clutching the puppy. “And you?? You part of the deal??”
“Because you saw the ad, and now you have feelings, and you’re attracted to him, aren’t you??”
“You are, aren’t you??” Casey repeated sternly while petting Bruiser. He’d already named him. Bruiser looked over indignantly.
The man was a deer in headlights. His eyes floated around nervously, he bit his lip, and he finally swallowed hard and nodded, “Yes.”
Casey smiled. “Okay, come in.” He pulled the other end of the leash out of the man’s hands and turned. “We’re giving this one a chance,” he announced.
Luke raised his head with a tired look as he stared at Casey before he sidestepped. “What kinda idiot brings a pup-“ And there stood a tall dude with a slim build, handsome features, deep blue eyes, wavy dark hair, and the sweetest smile Luke had ever seen. “-py-“
The man stepped forward nervously and stuck his hand out. “This kind of idiot. Hi, Noah Mayer.”
And the rest is history.