blue (book one) - h.s. ✔️ watty's 2019

chapter 34

I'm awake long before we make it back to my place, but I act like I'm asleep until we pull up into the driveway.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Parker says smiling at me.

"I bet you miss this place."

I simply hum in agreement and climb out of my truck. It feels weird getting out on the passenger side.

I walk into my flat and it's exactly the way I left it. . . just cleaner.

"I bet you are starved, you poor thing. What were they feeding you in there?" Parker asks as he searches through my cabinets for food.

"I'll have to go shopping soon. It looks like we are running low on essentials," he says as I grab a beer from the fridge.

Almost as fast as the beer was in my hand it's taken away by this blue-eyed psycho who believes that he has every right to do so. Before I'm able to open my mouth to go off, Parker starts reading a list of recommendations provided by his mother - a doctor - for a speedy recovery.

As he continues reading, I can't help but smile inwardly at his level of concern for my wellbeing.

"So with that being said, I think you should understand that you should be in bed right now while I make you a late lunch," he says voice stern.

"Okay, mum," I say stifling my laughter. "But can't I lie down in the living room. There's no television in my room."

As if he's in deep thought, he brings his hand up to his chin and starts rubbing it before mumbling an 'ok' ushering me gently out of the kitchen.

Taking a seat on the loveseat I flip through the channels bored of what's showing and just continue the action aimlessly.

Parker's kindness towards me is underserved and I feel like I'm cheating him in a weird way.

I feel dirty. Thoughts of the blonde from the nightclub flash through my mind and the images make me sick to my stomach. Why do I feel like I cheated on the guy?

"Because your gay," my subconscious states.

No I'm not.

I rub my hands over my face in frustration.

Maybe bisexual?

I've never found any other guy attractive in the way that I do Park. . . maybe that friend of his was on to something.

Am I Parker-sexual?

Fuck, that's stupid.

I don't know.

My mind goes back to his soft, plump lips and his tiny little waist bucking up at me begging for more. The memory seems as clear as ever now that I've seen him again. His sugary sweet scent clouds the memory and for a second it feels as if I can actually smell him right under my nostrils.

I look down at my lap and for sure I am growing at the simple fucking thought of being with him in that way.

Fuck it.

"I guess I'm gay," I say quietly to myself.

Almost instantly I regret ever saying the words and know that that's not the case.

I think Parker-sexual works. We'll go with that for right now - I give in, giving my mind some rest.

Now it's just time for me to make shit right.

"Harry, your lunch is ready! Would you like coconut water or just bottled water?" I hear Parker call from the kitchen and smile instantly at the little dude.