Wes's POV
"Tomorrow" Archer says as his hand falls from my shoulder, relaxing back into the couch.
"Tomorrow" I nod.
"She is quite clean" he says, looking around the room, arms crossing over his chest.
I huff out a small laugh as I look over the same space, "She's not".
"She.... " I look over the room again, the pile of bags by the door, my shirts and blankets on the bed.
I smile a little to myself, moving closer to survey her work, "She misses me".
Eventually, I turn back to Archer, "She's usually a complete mess" I explain, still shocked by the state of my room, the only messy thing being the unmade bed."She must be... nervous.... uneasy, for it to look like this".
I then point to the bags piled high beside the door, "She also said she wanted to redecorate".
Archer looks over th
