I stay quiet in passenger seat as Archer drives the car toward the dinner event. In the backseat, Mia mumbles softly to herself, apparently oblivious to my doom and gloom and the tension that is now thick in the car between Archer and me.
He kissed me. He hasn’t kissed me since way back when, before he pulled all the way away from me, leaving me high and dry and confused as all hell.
But now he kissed me again.
It can’t mean anything, of that I’m certain. He only swooped me up against me to rattle Neil. I am absolutely unhinged to believe that Archer had any other intentions.
But the kiss. It was so nice.
Passionate and hot, and everything I remember being with Archer to be. If he didn’t hurt me… If he stayed with me instead, and we continued with our whirlwind romance…
I sigh withou
