The moment the door closed behind him, the silence inside the house pressed heavily against Shiloh.
For a few seconds, he stood there.
Still. Breathing and steadying his beating heart. Trying to convince himself that everything was fine. That he was fine. But his body betrayed him.
His knees suddenly gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor with a soft thud, his hand immediately clutching his chest as his breathing turned uneven again. The lingering heat—though suppressed—still crawled under his skin like something alive, something restless.
"f**k…" he whispered hoarsely.
His body reacted before his mind could catch up. His fingers curled against the cold floor, nails scraping lightly as he tried to ground himself.
For a moment, Archer’s scent—faint but still clinging to him—wrapped
