Soft moonlight filters in the open curtain, illuminating the clothes that are strewn all over the room. Two sweaty bodies lay together intertwined happy and content, two fresh new marks marring flawless shoulders.
A gentle breeze blows in the open window, breaking apart the heavy scent of their love. Josie’s cheek rests against Archer’s strong chest as she feels his firm skin under her hand. Being able to touch him as she wants is a new joy that she is yet to tire of.
Archer’s large hand runs through Josie's silky soft hair. He has never been so content and all of this has been better than he ever could have imagined. All those nights lying awake trying to placate himself, trying to strengthen his resolve, telling himself over and over that he was doing the right thing, telling himself
