#Chapter 239: Aftercare

I wake up to the feel of someone gently rubbing me with a soft, damp cloth. Even though I have no reason to believe that it would be anyone other than Archer doing so, I still can’t quite wrap my head around him being so kind until I open my eyes and actually catch him in the act. I don’t want to sound accusatory, but I’m still confused, so I say, “What are you doing?” He doesn’t even still as he continues to wipe away the mess between my thighs. “Taking care of you,” he says coolly, like this isn’t a persona shifting moment. “Roll over.” I do as he asks, rolling onto my front. He uncaps something, then I feel a cool press of his lotion-coated hands rubbing lightly against my sore backside. He massages with a softness I wouldn’t have thought him capable of, especially after the rigorous fucking we just experienced. But, I suppose there are many different facets Archer, not all of them strength and anger. Although, to be fair, most of them are. Seeing this side of him feels like a