Archer
We were sitting in the driveway of her place in complete silence. I kept looking down at my fingers, afraid to look at her. I didn’t want to see the disappointment or the anger in her eyes. I mean, because of me she ended up getting arrested. I feel like s**t for it. It never should have happened.
“Archer…” she whispered, reached over and taking my hand in hers, linking our fingers. I looked at them, seeing her thumb gently rub the back of my hand in a soothing way, “Talk to me, please? What happened at Dylan’s?”
I let out a small chuckle and shook my head, “We never even made it to Dylan’s. I left the hotel and he was already waiting outside with Jordan in my damn Jeep and he took me to mom and dad’s house.”
“Why?”
“Because Jamie was there.” I smiled, “He knew something was wr
