"Ah, lonely," Parker yawned, sprawled across the bed like a depressed Victorian maiden staring at the ceiling. Three and a half goddamn days. That's how long it had been since the girls and Ere disappeared into the training space, leaving him to his own devices—which, ironically, did not include any actual devices.
No phone. No laptop. Just vibes.
[You're almost there, Master! Keep up!] Levi chirped in his head like an overly enthusiastic life coach.
Parker exhaled, long and dramatic. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." This whole thing was way harder than he expected, but at least he had a TV—a massive 150-inch beast that could probably double as a window if he tried hard enough.
Sometimes, he watched the news. Sometimes, he flipped through entertainment updates like he actually cared about which celeb was beefing this week. But real estate reality shows? Those were his guilty pleasure. That Toronto real estate one? Low-key addicting.
