"Control yourself." Grace smacked the back of Archer Rhys's hand away. "A little propriety, please."
She still wasn't quite used to this level of intimacy.
Although she was certain she had feelings for Archer, they had just gotten together. All this hugging and holding felt a bit too fast.
Archer knew you couldn't rush a good thing. They were a couple now; he could just take things slowly from here on out.
He had already waited so many years; waiting a little longer was nothing.
He raised his hands, looking at Grace with an innocent expression. "My bad. Are you heading straight home later, or do you have other plans?"
"You're discharged and back for good now. What are you doing for work?" Grace didn't answer his question, instead sizing Archer up.
She'd felt something was off with him just a moment ago. Looking closely now, she realized his face was unnaturally pale.
"Your face..."
Before she could finish, Archer swayed. Startled, Grace rushed forward to steady him.
