Good. I fucking hate to share. [Parker took her bottle and headed over to her bed, dropping down onto it. A part of her really hated that Jarod's body was on her bed, but considering how many times he'd been in and out of her house in the last four years, she supposed that it really didn't matter. Her brow didn't raise anywhere near as well as it normally did when she was herself, but Parker made the effort anyway.]

At least you fucking like him.