Emotionally, he didn’t have that component that made him swoon and stutter over women. Maybe a blessing, not necessarily a curse, but Parker saw the world analytically. That equated to sex being sex and dates being something to do, but none of it had ever given him “the feels.” If logic couldn’t be applied to a situation, he likely wasn’t interested. Relationships weren’t logical, which was why, until that point, he’d been more than happy for simple and no-strings. “Shit,” he blew out as he paced at the foot of his bed. Out of every person in the world, Lexi had reached to him, and now he needed to find her clothes to change into while she lathered in his soap and shampoo. Okay. Clothes first, then he needed a drink. Anything to calm his shit down. Quickly, he ran through his drawers and pulled out a T-shirt, sweatshirt, and sweatpants. Those in hand, he knocked and called through the closed bathroom door, “Can I throw these in?” “Sure. Thanks.” Her quiet voice was muffled by the shower, as though she’d spoken through the streams of water.
