I'm Scared Of You Than Gods Tess~

She shifted on the bed, crawling toward him until she was straddling his lap. The weight of her felt like gravity itself, tethering him to something real, something he wasn't sure he deserved. Her hands slid over his shoulders, fingers tracing the lines of his neck, his jaw.

"You know," she said, her voice low and teasing, "for someone who claims they don't deserve me, you sure don't look like you're fighting it too hard."

Parker's hands instinctively moved to her waist, gripping her gently, like she was made of glass. "Yeah, well," he muttered, his lips twitching into the smallest of smirks, "you make it kind of hard to think straight."

She laughed softly, the sound vibrating against his chest. "Good. You think too much anyway."