Sara’s POV
I looked up at him slowly. His expression wasn’t hard or cold—it was gentle, but there was a spark in his eyes that made me nervous. I swallowed, my fingers fidgeting at my sides, before taking a small step toward him.
Every step felt heavier than the last. My breathing was shallow, and my heart thudded painfully in my chest. When I finally stopped in front of him, I didn’t know where to put my hands or what to say.
I looked up at him from where he sat on my bed, his eyes soft but intense. The silence between us stretched on, filled only by the sound of my uneven breathing.
My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared into his eyes, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. I didn't know what was about to happen, but I knew that I wanted it, whatever it was.
Archer's ha
