Trigger Warning!
I gasp sharply, shooting up from the bed I lay on.
What is with these dreams?
It's only when I take in my surroundings that I realize I didn't imagine
anything.
Why else would I be sleeping at Archers unless...
Did he?
I stand and step toward the mirror, stopping and grabbing onto the nightable
for balance.
Looking at my reflection, I notice a huge gaping wound that has been poorly
sealed on the side of my forehead.
Small bruises adorn my chin and jaw line, most likely Archer's angry fingers
from yesterday.
Though the forehead wound looks bad, I'm sure it will heal fine.
It might just take three or four weeks.
"You're up! Baby how do you feel?"
I turn to Archer and step away from his reaching hands.
He seems equally confused and angry by my actions
