Archer’s POV
I wake up to sunlight streaming in through the window where I’ve forgotten to close the blinds last night. I go to stretch as I yawn only to find my left arm is trapped under something heavy. Turning my head to the side, I’m greeted with a mass of brown hair that’s splayed out across my pillow.
Inching up, I am hit with the sleeping face of Graciela, last night barrels back into my memory. Going to the bar, losing my s**t at the men who were ogling her. Carrying her out of there like some goddamn neanderthal and then making her come in the cab of my truck.
I suck in a breath as I remember how she looked, and then how she’d basically offered me a no strings attached relationship until, in her words, one of us gets bored.
Her taste is still on my tongue from where I ravished
