“You’re lucky I didn’t rip Gray’s arm off his fucking body earlier,” he adds, and the threat towards my friend shouldn’t thrill me, but it does. “Archer is my friend, you know that, besides I’m your wife, so anything else is irrelevant,” I tell him truthfully, amused that he is still so blind to how far gone I am for him. There has never been anyone else, only him. “No it’s not, it's infuriating,” he snaps, staring Archer down like a jealous asshole, as he adds, “Like I said, he’s lucky I don’t lay you out in front of him and show him how you like to be fucked.” Panties ruined.
