Page 71 of Ashes of Saints

“Pink.”

I giggle. “Liar.”

“Fine, then gray. I’m not a big color person. As you can probably tell.” He glances around the room.

I lean back and look around, ending up on my back. “Well, you carried me through your home and into the shower, so I’ve barely seen anything.”

Parker copies me and lies on his back.

“It’s fairly monotone, with a lot of black, cream, and gray.” He tells me. “Kyra, who you met last night, told me I needed some pops of color in here.”

I wish I’d had more time to chat with her. She seemed very nice. I would’ve liked to have spent more time with all his friends instead of being dragged off by my handsome caveman.

Although, I’m not complaining about the amazing sex that ensued because of it.

“How did you meet the guys?”

“School. How did you meet Chloe?” Parker asks.

“College. We’ve been friends since then.” I stare at the artwork above his dressing table. A cream canvas with black sketching. I can only just make it out in the dim light of the bedroom, but it appears to be a little boy walking down a dark street in the rain.

It feels very alone and makes me sad.

“You know, they say the images you put in your room manifest in your life.” I turn to Parker. “That painting is very deep, but it could mean you might remain alone in your life.”

“Says who?”

“Feng Shui people.”

“I’m not alone right now.” He rolls back on his shoulder, studying me as he props a hand under his head.

“I think they mean big picture. Like, in life.” I clarify.

Parker blinks and I can almost hear the cogs of his brain spinning. “Is that what you want? To not be alone?”

My brows shoot up. “Yes. Doesn’t everyone.”

“No,” he replies immediately.

Oh.

I feel my cheeks heat, feeling stupid. Like I’ve just told him I want to be with him forever, but that’s not what I was meaning.

Or was it?

“What is the club?” I ask to distract him.

Parker’s eyes darken. “Don’t ask about that.”

I frown. “Why not? Your friend invited me.”

“No. Travis said I should take you next time I go. They’re two different things.” He growls and climbs out of bed.

I sit up, bunching my brows at his overreaction. Then I get distracted by his naked tight ass as he pulls up a pair of briefs.

Good lord that man has the most incredible body.

“Parker,” I finally say, and he turns and glares at me. “We’re talking.”

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