And I Am Speechless
G R E E C E
No, Greece.
NO.
NO.
NO.
No, your feet do not smell. You have never in your entire life had a guy kneel in front of you and massage your freaking feet and calves, so stop spoiling the moment. I scolded myself profusely and mentally.
In my head, I can not stop myself from thinking and panicking and a bit worrying that we might end up doing something that I will regret and at the same time enjoy. But then again, we have enjoyed a night together in that beach house that his manager owns and we did not do anything s****l so I am feeling calm and confident that we were not going to do something.
Archer had an elegant, adorable, and welcoming dining table, and we were seated across from one another. I took in the atmosphere of his charming and peaceful apa
