Breakfast was awkward.
I sat in my chair picking at my food, glancing at Parker every few seconds to see him looking at me. I was still thinking about the night before every time I looked at him.
"Is something wrong?" Parker asked from his spot across from me. I didn't look up from my food but shook my head no. He didn't say anything else. The air around us was tense and awkward. All you could hear was the sound of our silverware hitting the plates and our chewing.
The pictures Irene was putting in my head would not go away and I couldn't help the tightening feeling in my lower abdomen so I sat with my legs crossed while clenching my jaw. I know that Parker could smell the lustful scent that I was giving off no matter how hard I tried not to.
Parker stood up from his chair and walked a
