"I like your room," said Parker.
"And I like your room." I replied in a mumble. My fingertip idly traced along his abs, his bare chest was my pillow. I watched as his hand that wasn't on my hip pulled my duvet higher above us. I cuddled my body into his. "I would have liked to have looked around more, but you had better ideas."
His chest rumbled as he chuckled. "You can come over another time."
"Good." I said. There was a moment of silence.
"I do like your room, though." he made his point again.
I took a breath, smelling the eau de Parker - a scrumptious mixture of lime, musk, and soap. And everything good in the world. "What makes you say that?"
"It's just so you," he replied. "I can look here and it's the next best thing to be with you. It shows what you like. Your personality.
