Graciela’s POV
It had been three days since I’d woken up again in Archer Jones’ bed, this time I’d been wrapped around him like an octopus, and that was in no way embarrassing! We’d had a nice breakfast before he’d driven me back to the dorms, dropping me off at the curb and watching me enter the building before driving away.
I was now in a sticky situation, I have two sets of Archer’s clothes in my wardrobe, both freshly washed and folded but I don’t know how to return them too him without it looking really odd. I’m sure the Dean would be less than thrilled if he spotted a freshman student handing his finance advisor a pile of his washing. Best case scenario he’d think I was doing his laundry for him, worst . . yeah, let’s not think about that because my lady parts really likes the thou
