“Promise me,” he says, holding himself up on his forearms. “Tell me that you’re mine, Serenity. For as long as this lasts.” There’s something so thrilling about seeing Archer like this, showcasing vulnerability that makes this moment feel even more intimate than it already was. “I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice shaking. He nods and reaches for me, brushing my hair out of my face. “That’s right,” he whispers, his knuckles moving over my cheek. “You’re mine.”
