SOFIA’S POV
My eyes slowly opened as I looked around the room drowsily, my eyes trying to focus. I tried to sit up straight, lifting my head but a weight held me down. Archer’s arm was draped over my waist, holding me. It made me smile as I looked over to his sleepy form. I turned around while laying in his embrace, looking at him as he slept and the previous hour’s memories lingering in my brain. The way he held me, making love with me and how his hot wet kisses kissed every inch of my body as he made me c*m over and over again. I smiled as I laid still, looking at him. “You’re staring.” He mumbles, a smile tugging at the edge of his dark pink lips. “I am not staring” I chuckle, rolling my eyes sarcastically. “Then what do you call it when you blankly stare at me while I sleep?” A smile
