The next morning , she got out of bed as quickly as possible. It wasn't that she was in any way uncomfortable... far from it. In fact, she couldn't have thought of anything better than staying with Archer in that bed. But it was all happening at once.
She just couldn't cope with having to face him right then. The line between 'apart of the agreement' and 'real' had been blurred. She looked at him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. Stop being creepy, Alexia.
She made her way down to the kitchen, smiling a greeting at Martin as he went out the door.
He waved as he left, shouting something about 'hope we had a good time the other night.' She raised her eyebrow in question, but he was gone before she could voice it.
That left just her and Jason . His back tensed at Martin's words but relaxed at the slamming of the door. "Morning, Alexia," he said from the stove, pausing his moving of the sausages in the pan and looking over his shoulder.
