(IZARA POV)
Everything was magical for me.
The next day, I woke up in an empty bed but with the sound of plates clinking and the smell of cinnamon surrounding me.
“Archer?” I called out, confused, and a head popped up a second later.
“Good morning, princess,” he smiled, making my heart skip a beat.
“Go-od morning,” I muttered, looking away, my face flushed red.
“I am making some coffee. Get fresh,” he chuckled before going back to the main room.
I quickly stumbled around, picking up my scattered dress before rushing to the bathroom. I took a warm bath and walked out of the bedroom to find him sitting on the bed. He extended the coffee towards me, but his eyes were roaming over my body, barely covered with a towel.
“Um, I need to dress.”
“Ok,” he replied, but he didn't move one b
