Lily
I’m laying practicallyon top of Parker’s body because I feel like I can’t be close enough to him. I would crawl inside his skin if I could. Does that make me some sort of psychopath? Probably, but I don’t care. I can’t believe I ever thought I could hate him. In no world could Itrulyhate him. I think back to what my mom said before I left, and what I told Parker.
“If we’re meant to be, then we will.”
I rest my chin on his chest, a smile on my face. His eyes are closed, but I know he’s not sleeping. He must feel my eyes on him because they open to look at me, and his lips spread into his own smile.
“Guess it’s safe to say we really are meant to be, huh?” I tell him.
“I never doubted that fora second.”
I look to the side, breaking our eye contact. “Me either.”
Parker chuckles. “It’s okay if you weren’t sure. I was sure for the both of us.”
Dropping my head down onto his chest, I breathe in his scent, the familiar body wash and mix of sweat and sex has me practically feral for him again. My voice is muffled by his skin. “Why do you always say the right thing?”
“You know more than anyone that I don’t at all,” he disagrees.
I turn my head on his chest, my ear pressing against his pec so I can hear the steady thump of his heartbeat. “You do to me,” I murmur. Then, I remember something else and pop my head up. “Wait, you said you got me a birthday present.”
Parker chuckles. “Were the orgasms not enough of a present?”
“Nope, I get those whether it’s my birthday or not.”
“You’ll get those every day for the rest of our lives,” he teases, dropping a quick kiss to my lips before moving off the bed, despite my weak protests.
I watch his sculpted, naked form get out of bed, and my mouth waters at how perfect he is. He’s toned and tan, every inch of him looks like he was made just for me and my greedy eyes. His dick is only half hard and his size is still notable. His chestnut brown hair is disheveled from my hands, and I want to mess it up even more. His mustache that only adds to my pleasure when he’s eating me out brings back the vivid memories from just like an hour ago. The spot between my legs throbs both in need and soreness. Though, I’m willing to push through being sore and jump on him right now.
Parker grabs something from his dresser, turning around with a box in his hand, and my heart speeds up in anticipation for what it could be. He comes back to bed, settling under the blankets and pulling me back onto his chest.
He holds the box in front of us, and I reach out to touch the black velvet. Before opening it, I look up at his face. “For the record it’s not my birthday anymore, so you were late with it.”
He scoffs out a laugh. “Just open it.”
I’m smiling as I open to reveal a gold bracelet inside with a metal bar with something engraved on it. I bring it closer so I can read what it says in the low lighting of his room.
I’ll love you forever.
“Flip it over,” he whispers.
I take it out to see the other side where aP & Lare engraved.
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful.” I look up toward him again. “See, you always know what to say.”
He leans down, kissing me and I melt against him. I sit up to straddle his lap, but he breaks us apart with a smirk. “Let me put it on you.”
His large hands makes the chain seem so much smaller as he wraps it around my wrist and clasps it. I examine how it looks on my skin, how perfectly it fits me. Everything about him, and this and us,is perfect.
“Are you wanting to have aTitanicmoment?” I do my best Rose impression, which is not good. “I want you to draw me wearing this, only this.”
Parker pulls me tighter against him on a laugh. “I can’t draw for shit, but I know something else we could do with you wearingonly that.”
He rolls over onto me, and I giggle as he nuzzles his face into my neck. It doesn’t take long before we’re getting lost in each other again, and again.
I’ve never felt betterin my life than I have since my birthday. Maybe since before then. Life is bright and I’m walking around with a smile practically all the time. I checked in with Trish about the grooming salon rebuild, and it’s going well. She’s hoping it’ll be ready to move back into in about two months. I know my mom is going to be happy to have Jerry Lee out of our house. I’m going to miss the crazy bird bastard.