Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
I roll to the side, grinning. Before I can get my hands on her, she jumps up, darting out my reach. I narrow my eyes, scowling at her.
“Nu-uh. I’m not getting back in that bed until you ice your knee again, Archer,” she says, her face still flushed. She’s so damn beautiful. And so damn mine.
“Fine. I’ll ice it before I put my cum where it belongs again.”
Her eyes go glossy before she gives her head a sharp shake. She tries to glower at me but fails miserably. All she manages to do is huff and then smile.
“You’re a wild man, Archer Graves.”
“Yeah, wild for you.”
The way she blushes in response has me groaning. “You better grab the ice, little bird. Otherwise, I’m not staying in this bed while you’re looking that fucking sweet.”
“Don’t you dare get up!” she squeaks and practically races out of the room.
I chuckle, flopping back with my arm over my face. Fuck. I’m so in love with her. Every minute I spend with her just makes me that much more certain that we’re meant to be. Vegas was meant to be.
I just really fucking hope she still feels the same way when I tell her the truth about the things I’ve done. Because if she leaves me now?
Christ, I can’t even think about it.
Chapter Ten
Wren
“Oh my god,” I growl, tossing my phone onto the dresser as yet another text from Micah lights up the screen. It’s been a little over a week since we talked at the game. He won’t speak to me. Instead, he texts me fifteen times a day, asking if I’ve broken up with Archer yet.
“What’s wrong?” Archer asks, stepping up behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“Your best friend is relentless,” I mutter, snatching my phone up to reply.
Me: No. I haven’t broken up with him. In fact, I married him in–
Archer grabs the phone from my hands before I can finish typing. I glare at him in the mirror, but he just shakes his head, his expression soft. “You know you don’t want to tell him like that, little bird,” he murmurs. “You’re pissed off at him, but he’s still your brother. Don’t tell him just because you’re angry.”
He's right. But he’s wrong, too. I don’t want to tell Micah the truth just because I’m mad at him. I want to tell him because things are amazing between me and Archer, I’m more in love with him than ever, and I don’t want to pretend that doesn’t matter to me. I’m tired of being one thing with him in private, and something else in public.
I’ve thought about little else over the last few days. Archer and I deserve a real chance, and it isn’t fair to us that Micah’s feelings matter more than ours. This is our lives, our decision.
Micah doesn’t have to like it. But he doesn’t get to treat me like a child and pretend I’m not capable of taking care of myself or making up my own mind. Maybe if he knows the truth, he’ll learn to accept the thought of me and Archer faster. This ridiculous war between us will end, and everything will go back to normal.
I know Archer wants that too. Things are tense between him and Micah. The whole team can sense it, and it’s throwing them off. They nearly lost their last game because Micah refused to pass the puck to Archer. The Argonauts managed to gain possession of it and tied up the game, sending them into overtime.
It’s like my worst fears are playing out in front of me. And the only option Micah’s willing to accept to stop being so stubborn is for me to walk away from Archer. He’s always been in my corner. He’s always been my best friend. And now I can’t even count on him to act like a rational human being. It sucks all the way around.
“I wish he’d talk to me,” I whisper to Archer. “I wish he’d give us a chance. And I’m tired of pretending like this doesn’t matter, like you don’t matter.” I twist in his arms until I’m facing him. “If he knew the truth, maybe…”
Archer places his fingers over my lips, resting his forehead against mine. “If he knew the truth, he’d be even more pissed than he is now. Let me talk to him.”
“He won’t talk to you.”
Archer’s lips curve into a tiny smile. “You doubting me, baby girl?”
“No. I just know him. He’s stubborn and infuriating.”
“Maybe I’m stubborn and infuriating, too.” His lips brush mine, his kiss soft. “Especially when it comes to you. I’m not going to give you up or back down. I’ll fight as hard as I have to fight to make him realize that you and I are permanent.”