บท 488: Tea

The following day, Archer awoke and scanned his surroundings, rubbing his eyes to dispel sleep. It dawned on him that he had spent the night in the living room.

Rising to his feet, he stretched, glancing outside to find the storm still happening. He let out a sigh and made his way to the bath chambers.

Archer entered the dimly lit bath chambers, the soft glow of candles casting dancing shadows across the room.

The air was thick with the scent of soothing oils and warm steam. The tiled floor felt cool beneath his feet as he approached the inviting embrace of the large, ornate bathtub.

With deliberate movements, Archer began to peel off his clothes, the fabric whispering against his skin.

He let each piece fall to the floor, revealing the subtle tension in his muscles. Naked, he stood for a moment, the ambient warmth of the room enveloping him.