Avery blinked in utter disbelief.
"What? That's... I..."
"That's what I thought," Archie lifted a shoulder, the corners of his lips pulled up into a smirk. "I am the only one who's seen what you look like when you're aroused, how your eyes goes hazy like there's a sheen over it, how you look like when you're about to come, how you look like when you actually come, and..." he trailed off, his smirk widening, "Just like now... I can smell your arousal from all over here. Tell me, Angel, does anyone else know you the way I do?"
Taking a step back out of sheer embarrassment than nervousness, Avery avoided his scrutinizing blue eyes, a single name appearing in her mind. There was someone else who might know her the way he did, but she wasn't going to mention that.
That was a secret she planned on taking to her grave, and she wasn't about to change that decision anytime soon.
