Archer’s P.O.V.
What?
What did she just say?
Was she for real?
Or was this all just a joke?
“What?” It was the only word that left my mouth. Why was she even feeling this way? Was I such a fool, for letting her feel this way? That I was pushing her away? f**k, I had been walking on freaking eggshells, ever since yesterday and that hot kiss that we had shared on the sofa, trying to hold myself back, so I wouldn’t f*****g mark and mate her, right where she was standing. I wanted it to be special for her, for the both of us, but my wolf was giving me a f*****g hard time as well. And now, hearing how she seemed to think that I didn’t even want her in that way at all… f**k, I had screwed up big time! And my wolf Conri was blaming me for it as well.
“It’s OK if you just see me as your mat
