Archer sat down on the sofa in Cara’s living room, the position faced a floor to ceiling high window that had the perfect view of the river that ran by the apartment building. Diesel sat on the floor between his legs, allowing Archer to pet him fondly.
It had been fifteen minutes before Cara emerged from the shower, her damp blonde hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders complimenting her tanned skin. She had a white towel wrapped around her torso and white fluffy slippers that made Archer chuckle at the cute look.
“Feel better?” He asked her.
“Much,” she smiled, wincing at the lump on her face. She combed her hair out with her fingers and Archer gazed at her beauty as it enveloped her.
“Fancy going for a walk?” He asked her, he enjoyed the outdoors and he was pretty sure that Cara could use the fresh air.
“I'd love to, ’ll go get dressed.” She said beaming at him.
She returned a little while later in a white summer dress that hugged her torso and floated above her knees. She wore white converse and had fashioned her wavy locks into a high ponytail.
“Ready.” She announced, stepping into the room. Archer watched as Diesel wormed his way around her legs, begging for adoration. She leant down to pet her companion before he looked up and licked her face in delight. Cara reached over for the dog lead hanging on the wall and headed towards the door with Diesel in tow.
The sun kissed Cara’s skin, Archer stared in adoration as she closed her eyes embracing the warmth. A light breeze lapped at her dress, and the rays bounced off her body creating a halo around her. Her fingertips weaved in between the strands of barley as they walked through the field. Her hair shimmered and glowed, imitating the fields below her feet. Archer couldn’t take his eyes off of her, he felt the appreciation she had for nature radiate from her being.
She seemed to cherish the simple things, the sun on her face, the breeze in her hair, the way the grass danced under her touch. Archer reached out to one of her hands, hooking his fingers in hers. She opened her eyes, glancing up at him from the sudden intimacy.
Welcoming his touch, she intertwined her fingers in his and a slight blush brudhed acroos here cheeks at the entanglement. Archer felt his heart ache for her, the need to revisit the events of the previous night rumbled in his chest. Something about her had captured him, there was no doubt he had been with many women before her but she was different. She hadn’t thrown herself at him like most women did, probably due to the fact she had a boyfriend at the time but that guy was a waste of space and she deserved better. He had no hesitation in protecting her, his instinct to keep her safe overwhelmed him and he hated to think of letting her out of his sight.
Archer knew it was inevitable, his line of work meant he would be away for weeks at a time, being the leader of an elite tactical team meant retrieving various assets across the globe. He would be returning to work Monday and he wasn’t sure when he would be back. His assignments were regularly last minute, leaving next to little notice to kit up and move out.
He heaved a sigh, running his free hand through his sandy coloured hair. Making a mental note to enjoy the moment while it lasted with Cara. Even if it is just for the weekend, he made sure that the next two days would be memorable.
“Tell me something.” Archer turned to Cara. “Anything.”
Cara shrugged back, there were so many things she could say.
“Something no one else knows.” She edged closer to him, their faces almost touching.
“A secret?” She bit her lip. He nodded back, noticing her hesitation.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” She giggled. Archer’s face turned up in a smile.
“Ok, I’ll go first.” He squeezed her hand, infatuation laced their touch like ivy tendrils. “I cried at the notebook.”
Cara paused for a moment, unsure whether he was being serious. When his expression didn’t change, she laughed.
“You’ve watched the notebook?”
“Who hasn’t!?” He laughed. "Okay, your turn."
"I'm not so sure you could handle my secret." She teased.
"Oh really," He raised an eyebrow at Cara, holding out for her to divulge him.
"I've never watched the notebook!" She almost whispered, a smile appeared on her face, Archer couldn't believe it! He used the information to his advantage, mocking her and quoting the film as she watched him emphatically.
They continued their walk along the woven fields in silence, the dog blending in to the collage of wheat. Cara glanced over at Archer, she watched how his face crinkled up as he focused on his thoughts.
“What are you thinking about?” She smiled at him, noticing something was bothering him. He glanced back at her, committing her beautiful smile to memory, her white teeth sparkled as her lips parted. He pulled her into him, circling his arms around her.
“I..” he kissed her forehead, “am thinking...” he then kissed her nose, “about kissing you.” He took her lips in his, she parted her mouth allowing his tongue entry. He teased her mouth with his, nibbling her bottom lip causing a soft moan to escape her lips. He pulled away, tracing a finger down the side of her face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes were still closed, urging the kiss to continue.
She had never felt these emotions before, the way Archer made her feel from a simple touch or look left goosebumps on her arms and sent a welcome shiver up her neck. Archer nuzzled into the crook of her neck, trailing soft kisses from her ear lobe down to her shoulder. Cara leaned into his lips, the sound of pleasure left her body.
“I could listen to those noises all day,” He purred in her ear, he pulled away, a large grin plastered on her face in response. “Come on.” He enthused. Pulling her by the hand and racing back to her apartment with Diesel chasing after them.
Archer pushed through the door to Cara’s apartment, scooping her up in his arms. Cara wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her to him urgently. His hand supported the base of her neck, drawing her into a passionate kiss. His hand tugged at her hair, pulling her head to the side to expose the sensitive spot on her neck. He traced his lips up and down her soft skin, inhaling her sweet vanilla scent. He listened attentively as both of their breathing increased hastily. Sparks lapped against their connection and you could almost smell the desire. Archer walked them to her bedroom effortlessly like a feather in his arms. He laid her gently down on the soft cotton sheets before pulling away to take in her beauty. Cara’s breathing hitched as he took in the sight below him. His hot breath swept across her face and Cara absorbed the heat, allowing it to bring a hot flush to her cheeks. He trailed febrile kisses along her neck and down her collar bone, whilst his hand dragged feveri
Cara rolled through her soft sheets, sighing at pleasant ache that rolled like a wave through her body. She stretched her arm out expecting to meet another body, her hand met emptiness. She lifted her head and sighed in disappointment. Cara wrapped the bed sheet around her body, noting the time on the bedside table. It was five o’clock, she had been asleep for at least 4 hours. She felt refreshed and satiated all at once. Cara stepped out into the leaving room, the tv was on and she could see a pair of slender feet sticking out from the side of the sofa. She tiptoed over, gazing at the adorable view in front of her. Archer was laid on his back, his legs crossed over with Diesel resting on top of him. He had one arm draped over the dog, whilst the other supported his head. The biceps on his arm contracted sharply, as his head rested on top. She noted the toned muscles, the tattoos that hugged them as they told their story. His eyes were closed and she was unsure how long he h
The following morning came far too quickly, Archer woke up facing the angel that he shared a bed with. Her hair covered her face like a curtain. His hand stroked past her face, pulling the golden strands away to admire her beauty further. Archer noticed the bruise was at its peak now. The sight provoked a fire in his stomach. If he ever saw that man again it would be the last time, he thought to himself. She quivered under his touch, her eyes sparkling as they opened. The sunlight was beaming through the curtains, casting shadows over their bodies. She murmured something under her breath as she tried to wake. “Good morning Angel,” Archer beamed at her. Dropping a kiss on her cheek. He wasn’t sure what had come over him the last couple of days but he had found himself becoming a soppy mess around Cara. She had a strange effect on him, bringing out a softer sid
The door to Archer’s study flung open, interrupting her memory. “Cara?” He called to her, he could hear sniffling coming from the kitchen. Heading towards the sound, he found her holding a piece of paper in her hands. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face etched in pain and confusion. “Cara? Whats wrong?” He walked towards her, an arm outstretched. “Don’t come near me!” She shouted, flinching away from his reach. She looked scared but that only urged Archer to walk closer to her, to shield her from whatever was hurting her. “Talk to me! What’s going on?” He pleaded, edging forward again. “You do not get to touch me!” She screamed. Archer froze, staring at her in shock. He didn’t understand what was going on and she refused to explain. “Cara please.” He almost whispered, his voice shaking. “Let me help!” Cara stormed out the kitchen, instantly grabbing her things from around Archer's bedroom and aggressively stuffing them into her bag. She stumbled and
Jessica and Cara talked through the night. Jessica tried to console Cara as much as possible but she could see her friend's hurt was more than just skin deep. Jessica had witnessed first hand the pain Zach had inflicted on Cara throughout their school years. Whilst he may never have laid a hand on her, it was all his doing, explicitly or not. Cara had received her fair share of bullies and to fall for another was on the invisible list of what not to do. As midnight crept in, Cara took herself to bed, hoping she would get some sleep. The tears had dried a while ago but she could still feel the dryness sting her cheeks. She was angry for allowing herself to be fooled by Zach, his good looks and charm had blinded her and she had fallen for it. She inhaled deeply, resting her head on the plush pillow. The darkness enveloped her and she begged the shadows to take the pain away. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine a simpler life but she didn’t know what that was. It had been a
There were no words to describe the rollercoaster she was travelling on. Cara would lay in bed at night allowing her thoughts to invade her mind, it was like heartbreak. Archer had filled her with an array of emotions only to shatter her heart into a million pieces. When she finally gave in and allowed the dam to burst, Jessica would rush in wrapping her in her arms and console her. But the arms weren’t the ones she needed. He had betrayed her trust and yet she found herself pining for someone unworthy of her. A few days had passed since the event and Cara had ridden the waves of pain and grief. Archer’s calls and texts had stopped and she welcomed the silence. The distance that followed helped a little but the dullness that ensued brought with it a new ache. As the middle of the week approached, the effects of Archer’s deception had subsided. She had managed to convince herself that it was just bad luck and good timing. Without Rich in her life, she had newfound freedom; sh
“Archer!” A hand slapped him on the back, forcing the coffee in his hands to spill over the table. “Johnson.” Archer said choking on his drink, “How’re you doing?” Johnson sat next to him at the conference table, the room was situated in the middle of a large concrete building. The walls were greyed, accommodating a few blacked-out windows that let the tiniest slice of light through. The dimly lit room was overlooked by the battered hanging bars of light that had seen better days. The smell of coffee and men’s musk suffocated the atmosphere, whilst the sound of male ego filled the expanse. Archer was struggling with the lack of communication with Cara. The week had dragged while signal limited his access to speak to her. He had left her a message but he was unable to see if she had tried to get back in contact. It was one of the drawbacks of the job, and it frustrated him that it caused so much silence and distance between them. Archer had struggled w
He squinted in the sunlight, the figure was far too tall to be Cara. Feigning slight disappointment he crouched down to pet the dog. “Archer?” The voice came from the tall, model-like figure. Archer stood up, forcing a polite smile to his face. “Or should I say, Zach Maddox? Which do you prefer?” Her face tilted sideways, mocking him. Archer’s smile dropped as he felt the sarcasm stab at him. “Sorry do I know you?” He asked confusion wavered through his voice. “You should.” She replied, pursing her lips. “You were a bit of a dickhead at school.” She stated. “I’m sorry I don’t follow.” He responded blankly. “Of course you don’t. Why would you?” The girl was starting to piss Archer off now. She was smirking at him, goading him on. “I’m Jessica, Jessica Jamieson.” Archer looked at her with his blank gaze. “We went to school together.” She continued. Before he had the chance to reply, Jessica butt in. “Actually, so did Cara! You know... ” she paus