CHAPTER 27 | Parker
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It’s been sixteen hours and I still can’t stop thinking about Aiden—specifically, the hardness of his abs, the tight muscles across his shoulders.
His perfect d**k.
I didn’t know there was such a thing as a perfect d**k, but Aiden’s is and I can’t stop thinking about it, and maybe because I tell myself to stop thinking about it, I start thinking about how he always made sure I came first, how he looked at me like I was amazing.
How I felt amazing when I was with him.
Don’t go there, I tell myself. It gets me closer to liking him. I mean, I like Aiden. Of course, I do. But noticing how he treats me differently—better—makes me start like liking him.
And I’m not getting into that.
The twins and I wheel into Jacks or Better’s parking lot after school, and t
