Archer by Laramie Briscoe

Author:Laramie Briscoe [Briscoe, Laramie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Laramie Briscoe Books

Chapter Eleven

Archer

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I haven’t slept this good in what feels like years. Not even when I break down and take the Melatonin I sometimes dose myself with. Part of the issue working the way I do; never having a set schedule. Every once in a while, I can seem to catch up slightly, but then something happens and I have to go with a night of around four hours.

It screws me up all the time.

But last night, I slept better than I have in a long time, curled up next to Lis. Her scent invading all of my senses. Her arms wrapped around me. It was a balm to my soul, one I didn’t know I even needed.

I’m still halfway angry at her family. With tears and a tight voice she’d told me the entire story of what they’ve done to her, her whole life. If I ever get to meet those people, I’ll let them know that the Bank of Alisa is closed.

How anyone could hurt such a giving person is beyond me.

“Morning,” she rouses, turning over to smile sleepily at me.

It’s sweet, the way she loops her leg over mine, our thighs entwining together. “Morning to you, too. How are you feeling after last night.” I know it had to be emotional for her in all the ways that are difficult; telling me all the secrets she’s kept.

“Believe it or not, I’m feeling better now that I’ve let someone know all the shit I’ve been keeping to myself.”

“I wish you would’ve come to me earlier. I could’ve helped you,” I drop a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s hard for me to open up to others. As evidenced by how last night went down. I have to be at an extreme breaking point to let others in. It’s a toxic trait. One I can’t seem to get rid of.” She puts her head to my chest, snuggling in.

“I’m not here to tell you how to live your life, but I want to be the person you come to when things like this happen. I want to be the person who helps you when you think there is no help. Don’t you know I’d do anything for you, right now?”

She lifts her head, hazel eyes sparkling. “You’re different than I imagined you would be.”

Swallowing roughly, I dig my fingers into her hair, massaging her scalp. “Believe it or not, I’m surprising myself every day when it comes to you. I’m different than I was a few weeks ago. You make me want things I had completely given up on.”

Tilting her head down, she kisses my bare chest. “You make me want thing I’d given up on too.”

I want nothing more than to lay here with her the rest of the day, to talk about what our dreams may be now that we’re allowing ourselves to not only believe them but possibly live them. However we can’t. There’s a cookout to get to, and I have a feeling Mason Harrison will write up anyone who chooses not to come.

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