Archer reaches for one of my curls and twirls it around his index finger. “Please stay,” he whispers, surprising me. “W-Would that be okay? I, um, I don’t want to cling to you or do anything that would annoy you. I’m already asking for so much.” He chuckles and pulls me close, enveloping me in a tight hug. I relax into him, my nose pressed against his throat. “Stay,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my head. “Right here, in my arms.”
