"So, was that a good pity-sex for you?"
I bury my flaming face against Parker's bare chest, making him chuckle.
We're still in his bed, naked under the sheets, basking in the afterglow.
I did it. I had sex with Parker. I've let go of the last bit of innocence I had, yet it doesn't feel weird. And despite the tender ache between my legs, I loved every minute of it, regretting nothing. If I look in the mirror right now, I'll probably see myself glowing.
I bite my lip as my body remembers how he deliciously coaxed orgasm after orgasm from me. Damn him for being so good at that.
But while my body feels content, something is nagging at me. I'm certain I told him I love him in the height of my orgasm…and I didn't get any response.
Maybe Parker thought I blurted out the words because I got carried away. But the thing is, I meant what I said.
I'm in love with him.
I'm no longer falling. I've hit the ground hard and fast.
And that's what scares me. How it only took me a short time to fall for him. With Liam, it was a slow burn. I dated him because I was curious, and he'd been persistent. My feelings for him grew at a slow pace. It didn't feel intense. It didn't feel like I was free falling.
But with Parker, that's exactly what it feels like. He managed to hook me fast, even with his hot and cold behavior, despite all his baggage.
Now, here I am, wondering—what if he doesn't feel the same? What if telling him I love him has been a mistake?
A lump forms in my throat, a sick feeling growing in the pit of my stomach. But I mentally brush it off, refusing to let it ruin this moment between us.
Putting a playful smile on my face, I tip my chin up to stare into his eyes. "I guess it wasn't that bad."
"Wasn't that bad?" he repeats, his eyebrow raised. Then an arrogant smirk curves his lips. "That's not what you told me when you were screaming my name."
I blush, remembering the amount of times I did scream his name. Smug bastard.
"Whatever." I pause for a beat. "I have to ask this, if you don't mind—um, how many girls have you—"
"Had sex with?"
I nod, bracing myself for the answer.
"Three, including you."
"Just three?" I can't help but let out a disbelieving laugh.
He scowls. "You don't believe me."
"No, I just..." I sit up, pulling the sheet up to my chest as I do so. "I find that hard to believe. I mean, you're a member of the Hot Boys Club after all."
"Hot Boys Club?" He raises a brow and folds his arms behind his head, a smirk pulling at his lips. The motion causes the sheet to slip to his waist, and I try hard not to drool with all that muscles on full display.
His smile widens. Oh, he knows how his glorious body affects me.
I roll my eyes, my cheeks reddening. "It's what Quinn likes to call your whole gang."
"My whole gang," he chuckles.
I give him a look that says stop repeating what I'm saying before continuing. "So, naturally, I assumed that you were getting a lot of action."
Parker playfully tugs at my hair. "Well, you thought wrong."
"Apparently. But how? Not like you've ever lacked options. Girls literally trip over themselves in front of you."
"Maybe so. But I don't want them." His intense eyes drill into mine, as if to tell me that I'm the only girl he wants, making my heart flutter. He taps my nose with his finger. "What's with the twenty questions, Peaches?"
"Nothing. Just curious." I shrug my shoulders.
Parker sighs, knowing I won't drop the subject until I get a clear response. "Well, you already know about Peyton. We were together for a while, and before her there was just one girl."
Jealousy twists in my gut. "Do I know her?"
"No. She was a college girl I met at some party. I was inexperienced, and she'd been more than willing to be my first. So, yeah, three is my number." A self-deprecating smile curves his lips.
"And only one for me, so you still win." I smile mischievously. "Maybe I should even the score."
"Like hell you will," he growls, pulling me down and pinning me on the bed.
My squeals quickly turn to moans when he starts kissing me, his hand cupping my breast, tweaking the nipple with his thumb. Things are just getting heated when a ringing sound pierces the air.
We both ignore it, too lost in each other to care. But when the phone rings a second time, Parker pulls back and groans. Muttering a curse, he sits up and reaches for his phone on the nightstand, drawing my eyes to the wide expanse of his back.
Heat flares up in my core as they roam over the scratches caused by my nails. My body still feels sore but I'm ready to go again. He better get rid of whoever is on the other line quickly.
Slow down, girl. You had sex one time and suddenly you can't get enough.
"What?" Parker goes rigid, his voice on high alert. "Where is she?"
"Parker?" I prod.
His attention remains on the person he's talking to. "I'll be right there," he says before ending the call.
"What's going on?"
He glances over at me, his face grim. "Something's wrong. Aria is in the hospital."
I freeze. "What?"
But he's already off the bed, grabbing his clothes and putting them on.
My heart starts to pound fast, worry gnawing at my gut. What the hell happened? Why is his sister in the hospital? Has she been in an accident?
But I know I won't be able to get answers from Parker right now. Not when he's overcome by worry. So I get dressed quickly to accompany my boyfriend to the hospital. He needs me right now.
When we step outside and I offer to drive his Lexus, he doesn't even hesitate and quickly hands the keys to me.
The drive over
