Archie studied every detail, her lips slightly swollen from their aggressive kisses through the night, her dark hair tangled against the pillow, the pale curve of her cheek, and the purplish hickeys scattered along her neck. His eyes trailed lower, catching sight of more evidence of last night's passion before he cautioned and forced himself to look away, pulling the duvet up to cover her properly.
His attention shifted to the documents on the bedside table: her name change paperwork... and their marriage certificate.
The reality of it still hadn't fully sunk in, but as his eyes drifted back to her, lingering on her peaceful expression, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Last night had been… intense. He hadn't held back. But guilt was the furthest thing from his mind.
Avery had matched him in every way, surprising him with her own hunger, her own willingness to lose control with him.
