I’d never sounded less sure of anything in my life. Hell, I’d never been less sure.
“I’d never do anything you don’t want, Lo,” he said, his voice low and raspy.
“I don’t think…we’re sure what we want, you know?” I said. “Maks was awful and from the way Irina flipped you off on her way out of here I assume it didn’t go well with her either. I think the swap messed with our heads. Made us overly appreciative of each other…don’t you think?”
“Or…it gave us an awareness we didn’t have before.”
“We’re stranded on an island. I’m literally the only woman who’s an option.” I laughed nervously.
“You know me, Lo.”
I did. I knew that Archer Holt could be the only man in the company of ten thousand women, and he still wouldn’t try to get with one of them for the hell of it. Feelings mattered to Archer. They mattered to me, too. That was why this moment scared the hell out of me.
I couldn’t kiss him again, though. And I sure as hell couldn’t do more than that. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t fall under his spell again. I was keeping that promise.
“I’m going to rinse off my dishes,” I said.
He nodded, not even trying to change my mind, because that was who he was. Archer would never try to persuade a woman to give into his charms. And damned if his integrity didn’t make him even harder to resist.
“I’m going fishing,” he said. “Look out for any jellyfish while you rinse your plate and stuff.”
“I will.”
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to clear my mind. Jellyfish were definitely not what I needed to look out for right now. It was my own damn feelings that were going to get me stung.