-Harper-
I had been right. His sister was clearly a sensitive subject here. He wouldn’t easily open up about her, but that was okay. I knew he would eventually, so I let it go for now, and we just lay there on the couch for most of the day. It was something new for me. I wasn’t big on hugging, and I certainly didn’t cuddle with people, but I loved it here, in Archer’s arms.
I had never felt so safe before, which was ironic considering he was the one who had k*dnapped me. It was almost crazy to think about. Was this what people called Stockholm syndrome? I feared it might be, and I tried to move away from Archer, but it was like he could read my mind and held on tighter. When that didn’t work, he started to distract me—kissing me, letting his hands roam over my body, slipping inside my s
