I sigh and sit up again. Where is he?
Trepidation slithers through me. What if he changed his mind? I clutch the sheet to my chest. Are his things still here? What if he decided to leave? What if all of this was—?
The doorknob jiggles, and the door swings open.
Relief gusts through me.
His grin is dazzling, gaze tracking over me with open admiration. “You should wear that forever.”
A startled laugh escapes me. “This sheet?”
“Yes.” He lifts the paper bags in his hands, kicking the door shut behind him. “We needed sustenance.”
I’m so happy he’s here, I’m almost lightheaded. Or maybe it’s the smell of food, since I haven’t eaten since this morning. My stomach growls.
It’s almost frightening how much he’s come to mean to me in such a short time. And he’s still leaving. Isn’t he? I don’t get to keep him.
I should ask. I should bring up all the things still between us, but I can’t ruin this time together.
“Jacob is home safe. He left the side door wide open though, and your kitchen was freezing.”
I groan and cover my face with one hand.
“Don’t worry. It’s all taken care of now.”
“Thank you.”
“I also brought burgers from the diner in town and snacks for sustenance. I need you to keep up your strength.” He walks closer, setting the bags on the bed and leaning over to drop a kiss on my head.
I smile up at him. “Do you? And why is that, pray tell?”
He shrugs. “No particular reason.” He sits next to me, kicking off his shoes.
I open the bags and take out Styrofoam containers, checking each one. The larger ones have burgers and fries, and a smaller one has a big slice of chocolate cake. One of the other bags is full of bottled water.
“It’s important to stay hydrated,” he says when I hand him one.
I pop a fry into my mouth. “How are you so perfect?” I grumble.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” He scoots back on the bed, opening his food container on his lap.
“It kind of is. What’s wrong with you?”
He considers the question. “I squeeze my toothpaste from the top.”
I gasp. “Psychopath.”
“I also put milk in a bowl before the cereal and eat Kit Kats on the horizontal without breaking them apart.”
“That’s it. I’m out of here.” I make like I’m going to get out of the bed, and he laughs and tugs me back down, the sheet pooling around my hips.
Archer hisses in a breath between his teeth, his eyes heated and greedy.
“The rest of the food can wait.” His voice is a caress that I feel low in my belly, his eyes fixating on me as my container of food gets shoved onto the table.
His clothes get yanked off and flung away, my body going warm and liquid with arousal as each part of him is exposed. How can I crave him again so soon, so intensely?
I push on his shoulder, and he flops back, lips parted, eyes heavy lidded as I crawl over him, grabbing for one of the condoms scattered around the bedspread.