Archer looks away, avoiding my gaze. “We need to find where he’s hiding. That’s easier.” He’s lying. I don’t know why I’m so certain, but I am. “Surely a trap makes more sense?” I say. “We would just need to figure out how to bait him.” Archer doesn’t say a single thing, not helping even sligh
“No,” Archer says with a hint of restrained fury making his voice dark and deep. “Absolutely fucking not.” “It’s the best idea,” I say. Now is likely the only chance I have to plead my case. “You know how proud he is. Me beating him last time really ruffled his feathers. He’d jump at the chance to
It’s all so surreal, so different from my life before, and the life I am sure to lead after. Archer turns in the hallway, away from his own room. He takes me to mine instead. Curious. Does he intend to kiss me, then abandon me again? I’m not going to just stand here and let that happen. “Arche
That evening, I sit on the couch in the living room with the brothers. Archer is to the left of me. He hasn’t gone far from my side since seeing me naked. We never went farther than feather-light touching and gentle kissing, but it was nice all the same. Rough was great, but soft wasn’t bad either.
Not exactly a pretty thought, thanks for that Beau. “I know the risks.” “I don’t think you do,” Steven says. He pushes his glasses up his nose. His tablet is totally forgotten on his lap. “If your ribs break into your internal organs –” “I could die,” I say. “I understand.” “Internal bleedin
I stand in my closet, shuffling through my clothing, trying to decide what to wear to the meeting. After a quick back and forth with the brothers, we unanimously decided that sooner was better. So we set at time for the next evening, which is also tonight. I don’t actually intend to fight Wyatt, b
The drive to the park is quiet. Archer drives, with Beau in the passenger seat. Neil and I are in the back. It’s still the early morning hours. The world is dark, the sun not yet risen. We chose this time so no one else would be around. We don’t want the world to know about this rematch. Neither d
“Hey!” I shout. He’s holding me too tightly for me to back out without hurting myself. It’s not that I’m against what he’s doing exactly. It’s nothing that we haven’t done before. But it’s one thing to lick each other when we are behind closed doors or alone, and totally another to do it here, out