Some Things Can't Be Solved With Just Clues

Chapter 18: Good Knockout, Con?

Con shoots up from the bed, his head pounding. He doesn't recognize where he is, mainly because it's pitch black in his room.

Deciding it was time, I flick the lights on, making Con look around in surprise. When his eyes fall on me, they widen. There I was, in a swivel chair and a suit, stroking my stuffed pet cat.

"Did you have a good knockout, Con?" I say, continuing to stroke my cat, trying my best to look deep in thought.

"Uh... n-no... my face hurts like crazy... "

"Oh really? I wonder why..." At this point, I get up and start pacing in front of the bed he was on, "... maybe it's because you stupidly attacked Kaz? Babe, what were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry," he mutters, "I just got mad when I saw his face, especially after what he did to your beautiful one."

My finger twitches, trying to stay mad at Con.

"Fine," I pause, "I forgive you. Just don't so something as stupid as charging at a guy like Kaz ever again."

Con grins, satisfied with how his apology went. "So, what happened after I passed out? What'd you find out?"

"Nothing, really. He admitted to hurting Rice, but said he hadn't seen her for a couple days. Apparently, she's been avoiding him."

"Who wouldn't?" Con scoffs.

I clear my throat, "Something else happened too... well, we were talking, and... We kind of maybe became acquaintances, or even friends?"

Con's eyes whip to mine and he exclaims, "What?! How? When? Why?"

"He's not as bad as everyone makes him out to be. He just... doesn't like people very much. Plus, he did carry you home... He's also coming to our future wedding... " I mutter the last part lowly under my breath, and look at Con to see if he had caught it. He hadn't.

Upon hearing about how Kaz and I bonded, however, Con is speechless.

"Oh, by the way, while you were unconscious, I used your shower. And, well, I also put my clothes in the washer, since I was all sweaty and hot. Anyways... as I was looking for something to wear from your drawers, I found this," I say, taking the thong out of my pocket and waving it in front of his face, "Whose is this? Have you been seeing someone?" I ask, unable to stop the jealousy from leaking into my voice.

"No," Con says, and I could see the gears in his head, going over what to say next, "It's... it's mine," he admits, embarrassed.

"Really?" I reply, relieved it isn't some hoe's thong. Then, I realize what he'd said, "You wear thongs?" I say, genuinely surprised. I didn't peg him as someone who would wear this kind of revealing underwear.

"Yeah," he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"That's actually pretty... hot... "

Con turns away from me, but not before I spot the red overcome his face. He coughs, "Can you get me an ice pack?" Whether it was for the painful punch or to stop the heat taking over his face, I'll never know.

"Sure," I reply, going to the kitchen. I open the cupboards to see if he had any of those instant ice packs where all you had to do was crush the bag. I eventually find a stack, and I take one, but not before spotting something. An assortment of tubes, one labeled "strawberry lube", while another reads "chocolatey goodness".

Was lube some sort of fancy ingredient that made foods taste better? Like the irresistible candy penis? Closing the cupboards, I make note of this for the future, taking the strawberry lube in the process.