ZAYLA

"Sweetheart," Archer smiled sharply, taking my hand in a soft kiss. His gaze drank me all over, then paused on my neck. My damn neck.

His lips curved with a cruel, knowing smirk, "I see you've been well taken care of, hmm?"

It was more of a statement than a question. My cheeks flamed, warm under his scrutinizing beautiful eyes. Then I smiled, and slowly pulled my hand back.

"You've been good too," I said, taking his full form all over. Dressed in an onyx-blue jacket over a white polo which he paired with dark fitted denim pants. His dark hair messy, just like the first time, which adds...