Archer stares at her, her bed is quite low, so sitting on it, his face seems awfully close to her br*asts, his legs are open wide and Josie stands in between them looking down at him. Neither of them touch, they just watch.
Archer’s common sense is screaming at him to get out while he still can, searching through possible words that could be said to get him out of the situation that he wants to be in so desperately but knows that he shouldn’t have allowed himself to be in.
Josie waits for Archer to touch her but he only keeps his fists tightly gripping the quilt as he stares at her with his beautiful golden orbs.
Josie steps forward, closing that last little bit of distance between the two, placing her hands on his shoulders as she leans down slightly, placing a tentative kiss on his li
