My cheeks were beet red, but I fully knew what he was trying to convey here.
“Thank you. And I completely and wholeheartedly agree with you. I’m not like that at all. I swear—”
“I never let on that I thought you were, but if there’s a possibility that I could assist you, I’m at your service.”
Shit. Here it was, the proverbial window to emotional and mental freedom.
“God, how I want to ravish your lips …”
Ravish?Jesus Christ, Cruz was somewhere in the vicinity. I couldn’t particularly pinpoint him around the crowd, but I strongly felt his presence.
“Umm …” I licked my lips. “Kiss me … That’s all I ever need.” For now.
He lifted my chin so our eyes met. “That’s all I needed to hear,” he murmured, grinning mischievously before his lips softly met mine.
It wasn’t overly consuming like the one I had shared with Cruz; however, it was sweet and teasing, exactly like the man, himself. I knew Archer wanted me, but I also knew he had a lot of women on his speed dial. I wasn’t delusional enough to believe this could blossom into something. We were, after all, young, so I planned to just live in the moment and enjoy it as much as I could.
Although I knew what was at risk, I also knew I had to be a little reckless to make this nightmare go away, and to be honest, I never expected to like kissing Archer so much. Maybe asking for his help wasn’t a bad idea after all.