You met Parker on the streets all those years ago. Just two unwanted kids doing their best to survive. But now things were different. Parker had his hood and you had taught yourself the most intricate codes known to man. Within minutes you could hack into any security system in the world. The muscles and the brains. The perfect match.

It was a warm June morning in Chicago with light filtering in through the old cylinder glass windows. Parker had just started a yoga session but between the heat and the intensity of the session, he was already incredibly sweaty. Sweat dripped down his bare chest, swirling past all the intricate tattoos that shifted and moved as he did. Parker was holding a Warrior II pose when you walked into the room. His face lit up and he quickly stood up, brushing some of his dark curls out of his face “Hey babe! Here, come join me.” Parker grabs your wrist, gently pulling you forward and onto the yoga mat. You could feel his slightly sweaty chest press against your back as he places a soft kiss against the side of your neck. Parker slowly leads you through the position, his touch gentle and soothing. “How’s that feel mami?”