Page 208 of Vicious Saint
“But your taste in movies sucks.”
“Not as much as your taste in men.”
“Ew!” I punch him. “Cheap shot.”
Archer laughs, wrapping his arm around me to kiss my temple. “I’m semi kidding.”
“Semi? Why semi?” I question as his attention returns to the game. “Stevenson was a nice guy.”
“He was a nice guy.”
“But…?
“Buuuuut…” Archer side eyes me. “A nice guy isn’t what you deserve.”
Cheers explode around us, and I’m hoping it’s why I can’t believe my fucking ears. “Oh, really?” I scream over the noise from the crowd, folding my arms and scooting away.
He lifts his hands, waiting for things to get quiet again before saying, “Let me finish...”
I love Archer Beaumont. Along with his gorgeous face.
That’sthe only reason I’m not breaking it.
“What I mean is…you’re not the type of girl who can ever be happy with someone like me.”
“Someone like you?”
He pins me with a knowing look, and my nostrils twitch.
“Are you deliberately adding reasons for me to hit you?”
For Archer to believe a guy as good as him would not make me, or any person in the world, happy is downright absurd.
He’s by far one of the best human beings to ever walk the planet, and I’ll kill him dead if he doesn’t know it.
“As if your feisty ass ever needs reasons to hit people.”
Rude, but true.
“You’re an amazing person, you idiot. Quit talkin’ the bullshit.”
“I know exactly who I am, Hendrix, and what I’m worth.”
“Then what the hell is this about?”
Archer peers past me at my mom, Vic, and Theory, who are all too focused on Saint to even realize we’re still breathing, let alone arguing.
“In science we’re all made up of different genetics, correct? Chromosomes? Proteins? Copy number variations? Etcetera?”
Copy number what?
I offer him a dumbfounded nod.
“Well, what if I told you it works the same way with how we fall for someone?”
“Uhhh…”
Archer rubs a hand down his face.
