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“Don’t ghost me, Owen. That’s such an Archer thing to do.”
I closed my eyes, ignoring the grumbled noise from the driver’s seat.
“I’d never,” I promised. “I’ll talk to you in a couple of days.”
“Do you think you’ll be up for trivia on Tuesday?” Frankie asked.
I’d told Archer I had to be home on Monday, and then my life could go back to normal.
“I imagine so,” I murmured.
“Okay. Call if you need me.”
“I will. Bye.”
Frankie said bye and ended the call. The beeps from the disconnect were loud, and I let the phone fall into my lap, bouncing off my cock, which was still hard, even with less enthusiasm than before.
“Don’t say anything,” I said to Archer.
“About which part?”
“Any of it.”
I rolled my head away from him to look out the window, ensuring that I couldn’t so much as even see his profile. Frankie’s offhand comment was a stark reminder of just how stupid I was being. I knew what kind of person Archer was. The same kind he always had been. And after onereallygood hand job, I’d hopped onto a plane and flown halfway across the country for another.
I was as foolish as I’d been at eighteen.
Maybe even worse.
“Answer one question for me,” he said softly.
I nodded my approval for him to continue.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
I wanted to hit him in his mouth for even daring to ask me that. I was many things, but I’d never been a cheater. Though I had coerced him to sleep with me once, knowing he was in a relationship with my sister. Maybe I was worse than I thought. But I didn’t want to share any of that revelation with him. That was for me to unpack and sit with when he finished with me and sent me on my way back home.
“The fact you had to even ask me that is proof that you have no idea what kind of man I am, Archer.”
I kept my stare focused on the cars whipping past us on the freeway, and he didn’t say another word until we got back to his house, when he locked the front door behind me, went right onto his knees and made me come so hard I saw stars and almost confessed that I was most likely, probably, definitely, still very much in love with him.
CHAPTER15
ARCHIE
When Owenand I were kids, like actual kids, not awkward and horny teenagers, we used to sleep in the same bed when we stayed over at each other’s houses. Owen had always liked to sleep against the wall and I liked the edge so I could keep my foot stuck out of the blankets so I didn’t overheat.
After sucking him off and taking him to bed where I’d fucked him so hard the only thing he was able to say was half of my name and something that sounded like please, he’d promptly rolled himself toward the wall and fallen asleep. Or rather, he’d rolled himself toward the edge of the bed that had faced the wall when we were kids. As an adult with more square footage than I’d ever need, my bed sat centered on the wall, a matching nightstand on either side. But it had always been the left side of the bed tucked under the window when I’d lived at home, and that’s where Owen ended his night.
I lay awake after that for hours, the memory of his tight muscles like a hand around my cock, the taste of his cum and sweat on my tongue better than any whiskey Rob would ever be able to afford. And I lay there, counting through the quickly growing list of regrets, knowing two things to be certain.
Owen still hated me, and I didn’t want him to leave.
I deserved it, but I didn’twantit.
I wasn’t bold enough to think that I could heal ten years of mistakes in four days, but I still thought I wanted to try. I owed it to myself and it was the least I could do for Owen.
“Maybe we should stay at a hotel this weekend so we can get room service,” I murmured, stretching my hand toward where I’d expected his leg to be, only to find it empty. The pillow was cold and the sheets were kicked down to the foot of the bed.
