The snow was really falling at this point.
And Archer was late.
I licked my suddenly dry lips and stared at the dark sky, willing the snow to slow down a little and allow me to just catch my breath.
But it did no such thing, so I instead settled to glare at the sky, mentally cursing it.
"f*****g piece of s**t," I muttered to myself, unsure whether my anger was dedicated to it or Archer. "Always raining on my parade. Never f*****g co-operating. Never listening. Then he expects me to f*****g kiss his ass-"
I stopped as I felt hands wrap around my waist from behind, my eyes widening as a squeak escaped my lips.
Archer placed his lips gently on my neck, and just like that all my anger disintegrated.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly, though I heard the amusement in his voice. I put my hands
