For the past two weeks, I’ve been in party-planning mode, and tonight’s finally the big event. Though his birthday was technically two days ago, we’re celebrating this weekend, so we don’t have to get up early the next day. I plan to drink my weight in tequila and maybe seduce Archer until we’re both naked and sweating.
Against my wishes, Archer has stayed true to his promise he made the night he finger-f****d me. So far, it has only been a one-time thing. That doesn’t mean I haven’t wished he’d change his mind. One time, he shoved a pillow between us and said if I didn’t stop tempting him, it’d stay there permanently. I hated the thought of not being close or touching him, so I promised to behave.
But tonight, all bets are off. Though he doesn’t buy into the whole “a year older, a year
