What She's Looking for
“At least the pain helped him wake up, if nothing else.
Drake sat at the butcher’s block wolfing down a bowl of cereal, the morning light slashing brilliance across the dimness of the kitchen. Parker leaned against the counter, looking out the window. He could see the house from there.
Her house.
He knew it was an extraordinarily bad sign that the first thing he thought of when he woke that morning, was of the alabaster perfection of her smooth thighs, the softness of her skin beneath his fingers. It was especially worrisome considering the fact that the night before he’d slipped off to sleep with the image of her half-lidded eyes dancing in his mind. Not good.
“You think she’s sick?” Drake sat back, dropping his spoon into the empty bowl. He squinted against the sunlight washing over his dark features.
“It would be a miracle if she’s not worshipping the porcelain god as we speak.” Parker shook his head at the image of his poor girl kneeling on the bathroom floor, throwing up, him stan...ding behind her, rubbing her back with one hand while he held her hair back with the other.MoreLess
Drake sat at the butcher’s block wolfing down a bowl of cereal, the morning light slashing brilliance across the dimness of the kitchen. Parker leaned against the counter, looking out the window. He could see the house from there.
Her house.
He knew it was an extraordinarily bad sign that the first thing he thought of when he woke that morning, was of the alabaster perfection of her smooth thighs, the softness of her skin beneath his fingers. It was especially worrisome considering the fact that the night before he’d slipped off to sleep with the image of her half-lidded eyes dancing in his mind. Not good.
“You think she’s sick?” Drake sat back, dropping his spoon into the empty bowl. He squinted against the sunlight washing over his dark features.
“It would be a miracle if she’s not worshipping the porcelain god as we speak.” Parker shook his head at the image of his poor girl kneeling on the bathroom floor, throwing up, him stan...ding behind her, rubbing her back with one hand while he held her hair back with the other.MoreLess
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