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A smile plays on my lips, and I realize it’s the first Valentine's Day when I’ve been with someone. I’ve never gotten roses from anyone other than my grandparents.
When I enter the kitchen, Archer’s piling bacon next to avocado toast and a poached egg.
“Are you serious right now?” I chuckle. “Flowers and my favorite breakfast?”
“Oh and this…” he says, then quickly sets our food and coffee on the table. He rushes to his room, then returns with a box in cupid wrapping paper.
“Now I feel like a jerk,” I say because I didn’t get him anything.
“Sweetheart, you’ve been busy resting. Having you sit on my cock when you’re better will be the best Valentine's Day gift you could ever give me.”
I chuckle. “Consider it an IOUP then.”
He gives me a pointed look. “I don’t know what that means.”
“I Owe You Pussy.” I shrug, and he snorts. I rip open the paper and pull out black lace lingerie that’s more for decoration than support. “This is gorgeous.”
He smirks as I hold it up to my body. “And I can’t wait to peel it off with my teeth.”
“Mmm. It’s a date. As soon as the doctor releases me for strenuous activities—which better be sooner rather than later.” Because I’m ready to sit on his lap right now.
“Don’t worry, time will fly,” he tells me.
I kiss him and thank him for the gift, flowers, and breakfast. He really is too sweet.
We sit at the table and dig into our food. It tastes amazing, and I nearly inhale it down. Once we’re done, Archer cleans up.
“What are your plans today?” he asks while rinsing the dishes.
“Oh ya know, sitting on the couch, scrolling through Netflix, and throwing snacks at Sassy,” I say with flat amusement. He turns to give me a look, and I chuckle. “Fine. Besides that, I have some orders to place and want to research the spring trends, so I’ll scroll through Instagram and other sites. You could help me pick out some guy’s clothing that you like if you wanna help?”
He chuckles. “Sure, sounds like fun.”
Since I can’t be at the boutique, I do what I can from home. I’m trying to be proactive and stay positive. One good thing that’s come out of this has been having time to plan out my launches for the next six months. Though I still get fatigued quickly, I can be on my laptop for a few hours before I have to take a break.