Nothing Compares To You

He reaches over with the shirt in hand, “here you go.”

“Are you sure Archer? You don’t need to do that.”

Without another word he frowns at my argument and wraps the fabric around my shoulders. His smell lingers all around me and I beg my eyes not to close from the sheer ecstasy of it.

Do not fall for this guy Macy. He’s a player, you’re not a part of his world and don’t need to try to act like you could be.

I succumb to his caring tactics and try to change the subject fast, “so what time is it now?”

I realize we really are stuck down here all night together I really just want to get it over with.

“9 pm” he looks at his watch, frowning and I do too.

“I can’t believe we are going to have to sleep down here.”

I lay down on my side on the cold floor to try and hide the tear rolling down my cheek. It’s no use though because he still notices.

“I really am sorry,” his finger reaches down to my cheek and scoops the tear.

He scoots down on his side leaning his head on his arm as well and meets my gaze. It’s close and intimate and…friendly. I’m surprised to see this side of this man, especially now that I know who he really is. And even with that knowledge though, something about his closeness and that touch of my cheek starts to unclench my core and the idea of the doom coming tomorrow morning.

“I’m just so sad about what this means for my job,” a sniffle escapes me even though I am trying to hide my emotions. It’s not really his fault…it’s mine.

“I’ll find a way to make it right. I promise,” his hand reaches over to mine and lightly grasps it and the feeling sends shock waves through my body.

It scares me how much I seem to be feeling from this man’s close vicinity to me and I don’t like it. Feeling anything for him is a waste of time. It always has been. Not only would I just be another number but even if some wild fantasy of mine was possible with him, I would never fit in his world. It’s not me.

Our eyes remain locked, almost like they’re unable to part and I swear we getting closer to each other.

Once our lips connect my fear is confirmed. I want to pull away but I can’t. My lips won’t listen. He’s not stopping, and our lips are tangling even more. His tongue slides between my lips before he nibbles on the bottom.

Dear lord I’m in trouble. I have to stop.

My hand lands on his chest as I finally inch my lips off of his, “we can’t do this.”

Finally, some sense is coming out of me.

His eyes are still closed with his lips still puckered as if he was waiting for me to come back, but I don’t. They finally open and he frowns with a sigh, “I’m sorry…again.”

He rolls flat on his back on the hard floor and lets out a long sigh.

“I’m sorry-, I just-," for some reason I feel like I need to explain myself to this man.

He gets up from the floor and I’m sure he’s mad now, “No…I’m sorry," he starts to walk towards one of the tables, “I’m incredibly sorry!”

He’s moving things on the table to a nearby shelf and I prop my head up on my hand as I watch curiously.

“First, I talk you into doing something to jeopardize your job, then I get us locked in this…this room,” his hands splay in frustration as he looks around, “and then I take advantage of the situation and kiss you,” his hand bounces off his head before finishing moving the items on the table again.”

“Archer,” I say softly but he’s still mumbling to himself and something about it is endearing. He doesn’t hear me so I say it again, “Archer!”

Finally, he stops and turns to me, “yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting this table cloth to lay on the ground for us.”

“I…don’t….think…it’s going to make it any softer,” I say somewhat amused.