Kiss My Wrist

“He presses his lips to my wrist, right over the faded bruises. My heart races, igniting a wave of warmth that washes through me. I falter, staring in awe with my mouth agape. ‘Something wrong?’ Archer inquires, his lips curling into a faint smirk. I quickly shake my head. His smirk grows, yet he remains silent, and we continue on.”