Archer curses as he gets out of bed. How has Josie got him so distracted that he actually ended up in bed with that sl*t? He looks at the bed, tempted to throw the whole thing out the window, he refrains and strips the bed huffing loudly, not sure if he is more annoyed at himself or Dana, before showering again to get her scent off him.
He makes the bed again and gently picks up his shirt again, pressing it to his face and breathing deeply, finally relieved that Dana’s scent didn’t taint it, it is all honey and jasmine, none of Dana's foul stench. He lays in the bed, the shirt pressed tightly against his cheek, surrounding him, relaxing him in a way nothing else could, except the girl herself.
Archer wakes in the morning refreshed. Josie’s scent did the trick, he had the best night's sle
