THE NEXT MORNING, I got my arse out of bed as quickly as possible. It wasn't that I was in any way uncomfortable... far from it. In fact, I couldn't have thought of anything better than staying with Archer in that bed.
But it was all happening at once. I just couldn't cope with having to face him right then.
The line between 'apart of the agreement' and 'real' had been blurred so much that they were now one in the same. We didn't just pretend there was something between us in public, but in private, too. Like someone might suddenly crash through the door and we had to keep up the act for their sake when really, the chances of that were low. So why did we keep going like we had to prove it to someone?
I looked at him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Stop being creepy, Jolie.
I made my way down to the kitchen, smiling a greeting at Martin as he went out the door. He waved as he left, shouting something about 'hope we had a good time the other night.' I raised my eyebrow in question, but he was gone before I could voice it.
That left just me and Noah. His back tensed at Martin's words but relaxed at the slamming of the door.
"Morning, Jolie," he said from the stove, pausing his moving of the sausages in the pan and looking over his shoulder. "Didn't see you there."
"Morning," I mumbled. I didn't quite know how to act. Was I supposed to bring up what I'd seen? Reveal that I had been listening in on their conversation like the nosey cow I was? Best not. So, instead, I tried to suppress the memory of what I'd seen and went over to him. "Looks good," I said, watching him expertly cook breakfast.
"You're too kind," he said with exaggerated gratefulness and pulled me into a side hug. "I knew you would realise I had some good qualities one of these days."
"Mhm," I said, wriggling out of his hold. "Don't get used to it."
He laughed. "I take it you don't want any then?"
It was strange to see him so different to how he was yesterday. A complete juxtaposition to this friendly, smiling boy before me now.
I sat myself in the chair by the kitchen counter. "Wait, wait, wait I never said—"
He went on. "I guess I'll just have to eat all of this by myself. Oh well."
"Please Noah."
He grinned triumphantly. "Por supuesto."
Somebody was coming down the stairs, then. I turned to see them. Don't stare. Don't drool.
Archer had passed on picking up a shirt on the way out of our bedroom, choosing to go without one completely. The only thing keeping him decent was a pair of grey Nike jogging bottoms. I thanked anyone up there who would listen for blessing me with this sight.
The exposed skin was all hard lines and definition, likely at the hand of playing rugby all throughout summer like he'd once mentioned he'd done before. His skin looked as soft as always and I had to clench my fist to not reach out to touch him.
I trailed my eyes up from his stomach and chest to his face.
His azure eyes were intense, as always, enough to make me knees wobble if it wasn't for being sat down.
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Agreements With Mr Rich Boy | ✓
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