Graciela’s POV
I step out of the jail, my head swimming as I stumble toward Archer who strides toward me and catches me as my legs give way beneath me.
‘You OK?’ he asks in concern, holding me tightly as I bury my face in to his chest, breathing in his familiar cologne and feel peace wrap around me for the first time in weeks.
Safe . . . I feel safe, right here in Archer’s arms, he’s supporting me physically and emotionally and I suddenly realise how much I need this, need him.
Pulling back, I cup his face with my hands, pulling it down to me so I can press my lips to his. I feel his surprise before he reciprocates, gently moving his lips against mine, not taking from me, letting me lead.
Ending the kiss, I gaze into his eyes, my heart hammering, ‘I love you’ I blurt out, unable to ke
