Chapter 19

Archer.

I leaned against the cold steel of the elevator wall, my breath still ragged from the memory that wouldn't leave my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, I was back in that moment with Katrina.

The small, confined space of the elevator had only heightened the intensity, making every touch, every kiss, feel forbidden and exhilarating. I remembered the way her hands had roamed my back, her fingers digging into my muscles as if she needed to anchor herself to something real.

Just as things were heating up, the elevator jolted to a stop, and we froze. The sound of voices outside sent a shockwave through us, and we scrambled to pull ourselves together. My heart had pounded in my chest, not just from the thrill of our stolen moment, but from the fear of getting caught.

The door had slid open to reveal a couple of utility workers, their expressions a mix of surprise and suspicion. Katrina and I had managed to feign innocence. His father was also there to get her home.

“Thank you, Arch