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Margo nods, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She looks at Archer for a moment, as if she forgot hewas even here to begin with. I’d have forgotten, too, if I hadn’t felt his eyes trained on me during our entire conversation. Margo tucks her dark hair behind her ear as she begins to shuffle to the bedroom door. “Well, I’ll let you guys get settled in here. There should be towels and everything you need in the bathroom. Emma’s already told me she was going to take a nap, so feel free to take your time in here. We don’t have any plans until dinner tonight at the club. Sound good?”
All I can do is nod because it’s only just now occurring to me that everyone here thinks we’re married. They wouldn’t think twice about us sharing a room, but I definitely hadn’t thought about it once.
I don’t say a word to Margo as she leaves, too lost in wondering how we’re going to navigate this. We can’t request another room—it’d be weird. My eyes scan the room, disappointed to find not even a couch in this bedroom. How does she furnish a room this large and not even put a chaise lounge at the end of the bed?
Finally, my eyes land on Archer’s, finding him already looking at me.
His eyes are dark and lit with something I can’t put my finger on.
“What’s going through your head,wife?” I try not to react to the way he says wife. I could swear it’s with affection, but I don’t want to let it get to my head.
I look at him, then to the bed and back at him. “There’s only one bed.”
He nods, his eyes flicking to the king bed in the middle of the room. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“Itisa bad thing,” I argue. “Archer, we can’t share a bed.”
He reaches behind him and shuts the door. He doesn’t do it gently, the smack of the door hitting the doorframe ringing through the room. “And why can’t we share a bed? Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?” he teases.
My eyes go wide because why does he seem almost excited atthe prospect of sharing a bed? Doesn’t he remember what happened the last time our bodies were in close proximity to each other? We hadn’t been in that room alone together for a minute before we were making out.
“Archer.” His name comes out like a plea. I’ve already come close to begging him to forget about his rule and ask him to kiss me many times. The most recent time was when he got back from the gym completely shirtless, stunning me speechless at the ripple of his perfectly sculpted muscles.
Despite the dirty thoughts I’ve had of him, I’ve been holding strong. I won’t tell him I trust him and give him that power, even if I do think about kissing him again way more than I should.
“What?” he asks, grinning ear to ear. God, he looks so much more boyish this way, and I love it. I think I love it so much because I know he doesn’t act like this around other people. I’ve seen him at many events now, and they barely get a tight-lipped smile from him. The way he smiles right now is one of mischief and humor—and it’s incredibly sexy on him.
“I’ll sleep on the floor,” I announce. The old hardwoods look terrible to sleep on, but I can tell they’ve been recently polished. There doesn’t seem to be a speck of dust in this room, which means I’m sure they’re clean. Plus, Margo left us numerous blankets and quilts. I could maybe make a decently comfortable bed on the floor.
Archer lets out a low chuckle, one that sends tingles down my spine.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, wondering if it was a bad idea for me to invite him this weekend. I clearly hadn’t thought things through.
“You,” he answers immediately, taking a step closer to me.
“Nothing I said was funny.”
“Actually, the idea that you think I’d ever let you sleep on the floor is hilarious.” He grabs my chin. I try not to meet his eyes despite the position he’s put my head in, but he leans down to put his face in my view. I lose the battleat avoiding his gaze, unable to look away from his deep, rich chestnut eyes.
“Why?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
The only place he touches me is where his fingertips dig into the tender skin of my jaw, but it feels like he’s touching me everywhere. Maybe it’s because of the intense way he looks at me, like he’s just dying to lean in and take a taste.
I think if he made the move, I’d let him. I forgot I even asked a question until he clears his throat before talking. “Because I care about you too much to let you sleep on the hard ground.”
All I hear is the beginning of his sentence.Because I care about you…
I don’t know what he sees on my face, but whatever it is makes him let out a low chuckle. His fingers dance along the curve of my neck before he drops his hand.
“You’re sleeping in the bed. I’m sleeping in the bed. The only thing in question for tonight is if you’re going to give in and let me do to you the dirty, filthy things I have running through my head.”
He turns around, opens the door, and leaves as if his words didn’t just completely take me by surprise. My entire body is flushed from them.
I don’t know how long I stand there staring at the open door, but it’s long enough for my feet to begin to ache in my heels.
Finally, I take a seat, running my hand over the soft, fluffy comforter. My cheeks heat all over again when I look at the bed, wondering if maybe both Archer and I will break the rule we created for each other.
And the more I think about feeling his lips against mine again, his hands on my body, I wonder if I really care about the rules at all.
