Graciela’s POV
I’m breathing in Archer’s cologne as I hold on to his shirt, pressing my forehead against his rock hard abs. I don’t want to tell him but that display of possessiveness? Yeah that totally has me squirming in my seat and I’m pretty sure if I checked, my panties would be wet.
I’m all for feminism and women not being property but s**t, when a guy straight up makes a claim over me to another guy? That’s f*****g hot and I’m now hiding my face so Archer can’t see just how much I liked it.
I’m still not sure if I’m just a prize he wants because he can’t have it, but it’s still a confidence boost to have that jealousy rear its head over me.
I was acutely aware of the very muscular thighs that were pressed to the inside of my own and I was praying that he couldn’t feel the heat r
