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Clarissa and Archer were buried under the duvet naked under the clear blue sky later that evening. Their bodies were entwined together as one, and their laughter rose to unimaginable crescendos.

“Oh, my goodness! That was funny. I can literally imagine Sam tripping. Eh, no! I can’t!” Clarissa announced with a high-pitched laugh.

They laughed harder. Clarissa turned to Archer, rubbing her hands on his bare chest. He looked so good like that, and that made it all the better for some reason.

“You look so beautiful when you laugh,” he said fondly.

She grinned in response. “And, you look incredibly handsome when you crack those lame jokes of yours.” She teased.

They laughed heartily. Archer used his middle finger to steer her lips towards him as he kissed her heartily on the lips. She nippled his tongue in response, and he groaned.

“Fuck!” He breathed in her mouth.

“When did you learn how to curse?” She teased.

He rubbed her hand playfully. “I think it was in that movie we watched earlier