My eyes slowly opened because of the light streaming through the large window. I felt arms tighten around my waist.
I turned around to see a sleeping Parker. His dark hair hung messily in his face and his lips were slightly parted. He looked so peaceful yet still so sexy even when he's asleep. My eyes wandered down to his bare chest.
I reached out and touched his tattoos. I stared at them curiously. Why did he pick a rose?
My fingers traced the intricate designs before I heard Parker's voice.
"Do you like what you see?" he asked confidently.
I smiled at him and nodded. "I do."
He smiled back at me. My eyes followed their way back to his tattoo.
"Why do you have a tattoo of a rose?" I asked him curiously.
He was silent for a moment before he responded. "When I was young, my mother t
