“Parker, I love you.” Another desperate, virile sound escapes him as he tenses on top of me. “Jesus, you’re fucking killing me right now.” “I love you,” I say again, coiling my legs around his hips while my hands cradle his face. “I love you so much, Parker Denison. You. All of your scars, your shadows, and your perfect, perfect heart. I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever.”
