“So, what happened?” he asks. “Eh…” I run one hand over my jaw. Archer groans. “Please tell me you didn’t hook up with her.” “What if I had?” “She’s Sabrina’s best friend.” “O-kay.” I don’t see how that changes anything. “I love you like a brother, but—” “I am your brother,” I interject. Grinning, he continues, “You’re young and having fun and I totally get it, no judgment here, but she isn’t the kind of girl you hook up with and then ghost.” “First of all, ouch.” I level him with a glare. “I don’t do that.”
