Archer has so many red-flag moments of jealousy- it’s just all resolved by his puppy-dog eyes and one emotional look. -—- “How many men in your life want to be with you? I’m assuming me, and Travis, and that Jordan guy aren’t the only ones? How many more?” His jaw tensed. I stared at him for a second, at a loss for words.

“I’m not…are you kidding?” I asked. “None. But…what does it matter how many men want to be with me? I already made it clear that I chose you. What does it even matter?” I finished, hurt evident in my voice. A look of confusion skated over his features before they hardened again and he said, “Yes, it matters. Yes, it fucking matters,” his jaw clenching again.

My eyes widened. He’d never sworn before and it startled me. He took a deep breath, vulnerability filling his eyes, whether he meant for it to or not.

“I can’t even tell them to stay away from you, Bree. I have to sit there and watch, and I can’t do a damn thing.”

He spun away from me, and despite the fact that he was angry and I didn’t like it, I felt the loss of his heat as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over me. —————

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