“It was your idea,” he pointed out.
“I changed my mind,” I murmured, letting my hand stroke over the cock still hidden behind his fly.
He moaned quietly, and I stroked a little deeper. Just before I could slide my hand into his jeans, he caught my wrist.
“Heat the pizza. Pack it to go. We’ll take it with us.”
Confused, I pulled back. “Take it with us?”
He nodded.
“There’s a snowstorm bearing down on the entire East Coast.” I reminded him.
“We aren’t going far.”
Squinting suspiciously, I asked, “What’s far?”
“It’s a surprise.”
I must not have seemed convinced because he cupped my face between his palms, stroking his thumbs over my cheeks. “It’ll be worth it, baby.”
I sniffed. “You’ve convinced me.”
He laughed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, pecking a too-quick kiss to my lips and then rushing upstairs where he would get naked. Without me.
Sighing, I went into the kitchen to reheat some of the pizza I’d picked up on the way here last night and threw together a quick salad in a large bowl for us to share.
There wasn’t much in the way of groceries in the fridge since his mom was out of town, and neither of us could be bothered to cook much because it took too much time away from other activities.
I was just pulling the pizza out of the oven when Archer appeared in the kitchen, wearing a deep-green pullover hoodie, a pair of worn jeans, and nothing on his stocking-covered feet. Hishair was freshly washed and dried, which made me wonder if we were going outside because, usually, he left it wet.
Forgetting the food, I went directly to him to shove my hands beneath his hoodie and lay them directly against his skin. Pushing my face into his neck, I inhaled, letting his soap and pine scent fill my lungs. “You always smell so good,” I murmured against his neck.
His hand slid up and down my back, lulling me into a hypnotic state.
After a few moments, he walked a few steps, bringing me with him to sit on a stool at the counter, and pulled me into his lap. Leaning over, he slid the heated pizza toward us and snagged a slice, putting it to my lips.
“I thought we were taking that to go.”
“Might as well eat it while it’s hot.”
“I thought you had a surprise,” I prompted.
“It’ll wait. The most important thing is already in my arms.”
“Do you practice those lines in the mirror?”
He laughed.
“Do you?” I demanded. I mean, how else was he so charming?
“What do you think?” he mused.
I bit off the end of the pizza he was still holding up. “Of course you don’t. You’re just naturally good at literally everything.”
“Not everything.”
“Name one thing you’re bad at,” I challenged.
