Carli POV
After showering, I was dying of hunger. Making my way to my car, I was not surprised to find Parker leaning against the hood, looking like some catalog model. s**t, I’d buy 10 Range Rovers if they came with someone like Parker modeling them for me.
He seemed to have showered as well. The scent of his body wash makes my mouth water, and I unconsciously rub my thighs together. I can’t place the scent, but it’s delicious.
“Have you not had enough of me yet?” I say to him as he grins down at me, pushing off the hood of my car.
“I could never get enough of you,” he says cheesily. Despite the cheesy line, I can feel my cheeks burn as he looks over me with adoration. “So,” he says, rubbing the back of his head, “Lunch? With me?”
I chew on my bottom lip, wondering if it’s a good
