skin until it was red. She wanted to wash off the feeling of th

d to wash off the gho

ing pajamas-flannel, buttoned to the neck.

ady in bed. He was lying on his back, scrolling o

. His eyes raked over her f

asked. "I thought... maybe

he mattress

ed and climbed in, staying as close to t

umbled. He tossed his phone onto th

His hand was heavy. His fingers

her neck. It smelled of toothpaste and st

ed lower, to

asm. Her body was rejecting him. It wasn't

said, grabb

voice hardened.

aid

Archer's insecurity flared instantly into ange

Harper spat. She sat

'm the one paying for that dress you left crumpled on the

ow

it. The t

body," Harper said

e guest room then. If you're going to act

. She grabbed her

e locked the door. Then she dragged the hea

door, and buried her face in her knees. She did