Archer
“Talk to me.” Jo whispered as she laid her head on my bare chest, curling up into me and wrapping her arm around my stomach as she nuzzled her head as I sat up against our headboard, “You’ve been off since you talked to Gage and Aiden. You didn’t come back for a long time and when you did, you weren’t being…you.” She feels warm, like a soft-baked fresh out of the oven warm, and it’s my favorite thing in the whole world, but something is nagging me. Something is telling me I need to do something, but I can’t put my finger on it.
But I sat there, looking at the television we had hanging in our room above the fireplace that was built. Some TV show about these people working on a mega yacht was playing, but I wasn’t paying attention. I kept thinking about the damn video I watched ear
