FIFTY-FIVE

Their hands were entwined as they walked into the house. Clarissa avoided looking back at him, and Archer could sense the awkwardness that streamed out of her.

“Clarissa, I won’t do anything that you’re not ok with.” He assured her softly.

She turned towards him then, her eyes soft as they rested on his. Her gaze was searching, and then, she smiled, and all the awkwardness that he felt vanished like it was never there, to begin with.

“I’m fine, really? If I would be scared of anyone, it would definitely not be you. So, quit talking like that, or I might change my mind about the coffee, and give you just a pure milkshake instead.”

Archer laughed so hard that tears streamed down his eyes. It was not that the joke was funny. It was just so lame that he considered it laughable, but how she had said was so much fun.

Clarissa smirked at him when he was done. “I always told Stacey that I was born to be a comedian but she never agreed. Now, look at you,” he said softly.

He cleaned the side of