Page 113 of Maple Mountain
A lot.
“Get off me,” I commanded, attempting to inject steel into my voice, but all that came out was wobbly vulnerability.
“Do you promise not to run if I let you up?”
“Yes.”
“Wyn.”
“What, Archer?”I snapped.“We had sex.It was a mistake.It won’t happen again.There.We talked about it and it’s over.”
I placed my hand on his chest with the intention of pushing him away.Instead, my fingers curled against his flesh.
He looked down at where I was touching him and then back to me.
“We had sex.It wasnota mistake.Itwillhappen again.It’s not over.There.We talked about it.”
He finally rose and gave me space.
I slithered away from him and managed to stand.
Drat, my leggings!Where are they?
On the back of the couch.
The carnage of freshly folded clothes littered the living room.
I grabbed the leggings which also had my underwear in them and pulled them on.“I’m not having sex with you again.”
“Why not?”Archer asked, buttoning his flannel shirt as his eyes tracked me.
“You know why.”
“Spell it out for me,” he commanded.
“Because sex complicates everything!That’s why I enacted the penis embargo.”
He blinked.“The what?”
I sighed.“The penis embargo.You know the laminated piece of paper with all our signatures?It was my vow not to have sex with someone until they lo—I failed.I failed miserably.This is your fault!”
“How is thismyfault?”
“You have a mustache.”
He raised his brows.
“And you wear slutty glasses.”I pointed at him.“That first night we ran into each other in the kitchen, you didn’t have a shirt on.You did that on purpose.Didn’t you?”
“You caught me,” he said with a devilish grin.Archer stalked toward me and everything in me wanted to flee.Instead, I forced myself to hold my ground.
But I couldn’t stop the full body shiver when he gently placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me to him.
“I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you,” he said.
“Wanting isn’t enough,” I stated.“I want more.I deserve more.Sex confuses things.”
“Wyn, I?—”
