...“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Tucker stared at his neighbor as they stood in the doorway, completely at a loss as to what Bill meant. The older man was intimidating already with his height and muscular bulk. Adding a scowl to his bearded face that made his dark eyes squint had Tucker feeling like he ought to slam his apartment door shut and hide under his bed. In a contest of strength, he’d never win with his lean swimmer’s build that had him several inches shorter and a lot of pounds lighter than his bearish neighbor.
“What are you talk—”
“Your Pronblr page, Tucker! You just posted a request for someone to come cuddle you and gave out your address.”
“But I only have two followers, and they’re my friends.”
So sure maybe that was a dumb move anywhere else, but the only people who would see it were Cameron and Allison. They’d both said he looked adorably desperate and encouraged him, again, to get out there in his new city and meet people. He was lonely, achingly lonely, and he’d meant to send them his new address anyway. Two birds, one sad little stone. Since he’d only managed to get to know a few of the other waiters at the restaurant and his across-the-hall neighbor Bill, who looked ready to rip his head off for— Wait a minute.
“How did you know I did that?”
“Because your two friends re-blogged your request and now over a hundred people have seen it, including a guy I follow.” He crossed his thick, hairy arms over his mounded chest and glared some more. “You have any idea what a heap of trouble you just invited into your home, boy?”
Tucker stared up at him. Frozen. Shocked. Then he turned and ran for his bedroom, feet slapping on the hardwood, desperate to get to his laptop. With shaking fingers, he scrolled and tapped until he found his last uploaded photo and… Oh sweet God. Bill was off by a few re-blogs. One hundred and thirty-seven people had seen Tucker’s request in the twenty minutes since he’d posted it.
“What… What do I do?” He covered his mouth and stared at the screen. How did he fix this? Was it even possible to fix this?
“Delete it.”
He spun to find Bill standing behind him. He lost sight of the issue since Bill—big, hairy, gorgeous and straight Bill—stood right here in Tucker’s bedroom wearing nothing more than pale, blue-striped boxers and a navy blue T-shirt. Like they were seconds away from going to bed. Together...