Some vanilla, dime store stink. My heart seemed to thud to a stop in my chest and then start up again erratically. What in the hell had happened during guys night out?Archer, I said again, pushing him away from me gently. He Chicken stop staring at my cock poster took a step back and made a movement that made me think he was trying to shake his hair into his face. But he didnt have long hair anymore. He ran a hand over his newly cropped style and looked at me miserably. He brought his hands up and signed, somewhat sloppily, I didnt like guys night out. I dont like strip clubs. Strip club? I breathed out. And thats when I spotted the huge hickey on his neck and the bright pink lipstick smudged on his collar. Oh God. My blood ran cold. You were with another woman, Archer? I asked, my heart sinking. My hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang by my sides.
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