Carli POV
I woke up crammed between the back of the couch and Parker’s bulking frame, sweating like a w***e in church. The heat from his body, and the tingles from his touch are stronger than ever, and even though it’s stifling, and I’m all sweaty, I lean into him, smelling his intoxicating scent.
I fight the urge to lick his neck, the delicious scent driving me wild, and try to wiggle out of his hold to attend to my own needs. Bathroom.
“Need some help?” Elena asked me softly. I lean up and see her amused face smirking over a cup of coffee.
“I need to pee,” I hissed at her, making her chuckle.
She offers me a hand and helps pull me over the side of the couch. Parker mutters in his sleep, but just rolls into the space I just was and goes back to snoring softly.
After a bathroom
