-Harper-
Archer wasn’t around when I woke up again. So, I roamed the house, snacking, eating, lounging on the couch. I was clad in one of his t-shirts, hoping he'd return later tonight and f*ck me in it. It felt almost dangerous to think this way, but Archer had seeped so deeply into my being that I didn’t want him out.
“Should I let him mark me the next time I see him?” I mused out loud, scanning the room. The primal need surged within me. I was ready for it, eager for his return. I had made up my mind. I would be his, and he would be mine. My heart swelled with love for him, and I couldn’t suppress the giddy giggle that escaped me.
“Dammit, Archer, what have you turned me into?” I chuckled, not a hint of anger in my tone. Just then, I heard his car pull up. Already?
My heart raced as
