Hottest Couple of the Week

“Hey, Parker” came a voice. She kept cracking. “Parker?”
She looked up, her breath stuttering in and out of her chest.
Thing One. Thing One was here.
“Hi,” he said, as if she wasn’t murdering her jeans against the hood. “How’s it going?”
“There was a mouse in my pants.”
He raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Lucky mouse.” Her breath caught. Wrong thing to say. Wrong. “It’s
pretty traumatic to have a rodent in your pants, Thing One,” she snapped. “Unless you like that sort of thing.” “Oh, hey, sorry, princess,” he said, approaching her
car. “Didn’t mean to make light of your tragedy.” 

Then James took Parker’s hands, and without wait- ing, gave her a long, hot kiss that made her nearly forget < there were a hundred people watching. Then he pulled back and smiled that full, wonderful grin, his dark eyes so happy.
“Parker,” he said, “always lovely to see you.”