Page 7 of Happenstance
Fuck.
Parker belted out a laugh, making my pulse flutter more. He had the sexiest chuckle. Sometimes, that’s all I’d need to make my day better. Admittedly, I may have sought him out a couple times. Not like I went up to him or anything, I mean, come on, he was Parker Whitley. But if he happened to be right around the corner talking to someone, it would be rude to interrupt. I wasn’t eavesdropping. I was being polite.
Oh god, I’m so pathetic. Stalker much, Lana?
Parker’s grey eyes slowly raked down my body, making me wish I’d had time to put on more than a t-shirt and panties. Unfortunately, I was kind of stuck with what Riley could find for me to sleep in. Which happened to be one of Logan’s shirts. So, in other words, I smelled like a man whore. Better than Mason, I guess. Then I’d smell like tears and misery.
“Do you tell your Nan about your sexual proclivities?”
While my internal-self was screaming, ‘Parker Whitley knows you call her Nan’, my outer-self was struggling to remain calm.
Wait… is he still coming towards me?
“Well, Angel,” Parker’s deep tone purred through the air, vibrating up my spine, “Do you?”
Oh my God, he called me Angel. Angel!!
“Do I what?”
“Talk to your Nan about who you fuck.”
I didn’t have to look to know I was probably as red as a tomato. I could feel it burning in my cheeks. I’d only been kissed once, by Brandon, so there was no fucking to talk about. And Nan knew all about that.
“Nan will always support me.”
Parker stepped up to me and cocked his head. He smelled good. All powerful and manly. I really wanted to touch him. Would he let me touch him? It wouldn’t take much. Just lift my arm…
“Always?”
“Yes.” I nodded my head, “Always. She’d never stop me from going after something I really wanted.”
That was true. Nan wasn’t high on me getting so close to Harper, or spending time at Logan Hudson’s house, but she trusted my judgment.
“She’d never stop you?” he said, leaning in so his hot breath brushed my skin. “What if it’s something you shouldn’t have?”
This must be what heaven felt like. I couldn’t think of anything better than being able to feel the heat coming off Parker Whitley’s body. I hummed and leaned in a little closer, almost running my nose up his neck, before stopping myself.
Jesus Lana, have some self control.
“No one should make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”
That was something Nan preached daily. I thought it was good advice, but Parker didn’t respond. Probably because he thought I was some kind of creeper. Who leans in to smell someone? A creeper, that’s who. When I looked up at him, that was not the vibe I got. His grey eyes had darkened, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say there was desire sparking in his gaze.
Parker stepped in, pressing his hard body against mine. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I just stood there staring at his chest like an idiot. He was so… hard.
“What if you want a girl you have no business being with?”
My eyes snapped up to his. Did he mean…
That’s when I saw it. The loneliness and want etched across his face. His hand twitched at his side as his brows furrowed.
“What if she doesn’t agree?” I said.
He leaned in and grazed his lips across the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Then she’s stupid.”
“Or she’s brave,” I breathed out quietly.
Was it hot in here? It suddenly felt really hot in here.
