♛Harley♛
I woke up before Archer. Soft light filtered through the curtains and painted the bedroom in soft gold. For a moment, I watched him sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his arm curled protectively around my waist. Safe. For the first time in ages, I felt truly safe. But my mind didn’t rest. Memories flickered of cells, of captivity, of fear. And then I looked at Archer, and those memories faded, chased away by the warmth of his body pressed against mine.
“This is what home feels like,” Nyra whispered. “This is what healing looks like,” I sighed softly in agreement as Archer’s hand moved slowly up my thigh. He woke with a sleepy groan, and I grinned as I leaned over him.
“Good morning, babe,” I whispered,
“Hmm, now this is an awesome way to wake up,” he said.
