Page 70 of Ashes of Saints

“Parker,” she whimpers in my ear and I curse as Aurora falls apart in my arms. Shuddering, her fingers press into my back. Then she peppers kisses on my neck and snuggles into me.

Goddamn her.

I remove my cock and wash us both, holding her up. Then wrap a large white towel around her and carry her into my bedroom.

My bed is turned down, compliments of my housekeeper.

Aurora turns on her side when I place her on the crisp white linen and sleepy eyes watch me.

Fuck.

She’s beautiful.

So goddamn beautiful.

I walk into my closet and grab a T-shirt. It’s an old concert one in dark gray. Returning, I slide it over her head and pull her arms through it.

“Good talk,” she whispers as my mouth gently drops to hers.

“Tomorrow. I promise.” I pull the covers over her, then climb in the other side, tugging her soft bottom against me.

Then, knowing my girl is right where she’s meant to be, I fall deep asleep.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

AURORA

I roll over and snuggle into Parker’s chest. His arms immediately wrap around me.

“Good morning.” His voice is deep, but he sounds way too alert for someone who just woke up.

My eyes blink open and we lay staring at one another for a long while.

“What time is it?”

“Around nine, I think,” he replies, and I snuggle back into his chest with a small moan.

“I don’t want to get up. I’m going to stay here for about ten years. Wake me then.”

I feel him laugh, his chest shaking. “I thought you wanted to talk.”

Oh. Yes, I do, and I’m not going to miss the opportunity.

I lift my head and put a few more inches between us so we can more easily look at one another and chat.

“What should we talk about?” I ask.

An awkwardness washes over us and I realize we don’t know much about each other at all. Our first date had been strange because of my lack of confidence, and since then it’s been almost purely sexual.

Parker, despite being moderately broody, doesn’t feel like the deep and meaningful conversationalist. I was going to mention the lack of condoms despite being on birth control, but given it's been weeks, I can wait a few minutes and start with an easier topic.

“Whatever you want. Food. Family. Favorite color.”

“Green.” I say. “You?”

“Black.”

“Black isn’t a color. Choose another.” I smile.

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