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Chapter 4.5 (Chapter Four from Archer's POV)

Hi, so I really wanted to work on my sexual chapters, so I wrote the last chapter from Archer's point of view. I'm pretty sure it's inaccurate; I'm a teenage girl, not a guy, I don't really know what's going through their head when they're doing stuff. Anyway, let me know how I did. WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. 

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Chapter Four (2 – Archer’s POV)

          Reese and I had spent the day at the lake. Reese made the offhand comment that Amity was going through the process before her transition, and it had haunted me all day.

I hated admitting it to myself, but I sort of had a thing for Amity. This was probably the worst possible thing that could ever be. She was my best friend’s little sister. She had a mate out there somewhere, who was most likely not me, and vice versa. All of the reasons that I knew would make us ever working impossible didn’t make me stop liking her though.

“Dude, Siobhan just texted me,” Reese said, and I knew that I was going to be ditched for a slut.

I understood, though, I’d been there. For a while, I’d needed the girls to keep my sanity. Being the future Alpha, my needs were stronger than others, and it would have been impossible for me to wait for two years or more. Then, I’d needed the girls to try and get Amity out of my head. It didn’t work and that’s when I gave up.

          “Oh shit, I forgot. Mom asked me to pick up all this shit for Amity,” Reese said, pulling a list out of his pocket.

          “Don’t worry, I got it. Go get laid, but remember, you owe me one,” I said.

          “You’re a fucking godsend,” Reese said, and handed me the list, running to his car. I sighed, knowing I didn’t mind picking up all this stuff for Amity as much as I should.

          I drove to the store, and got the Tylenol and Midol on the list. I was trying to waste time before forcing myself into the feminine hygiene products. I added a fan to the cart, knowing how terribly on fire I’d felt all through the week before my transition. I picked up some ice packs. I found some chocolate, know it was her favorite and hoping that she’d be happy.

          I forced my way into the feminine products aisle and looked at Reese’s note. It just said ‘Pads and tampons’.  I sighed, looking at the packages. Heavy flow or light flow? Super absorbent or extra absorbent? Yellow wrappers or rainbow wrappers? Cardboard applicators or plastic applicators? Super or super plus?

          I sighed, scratching my head at the choices. I had no idea there were so many choices. I shrugged and put one of every box in the cart. I went the checkout and the lady started laughing at me, but continued ringing up my cart.

          “What? I’ve got a wide set vagina and a heavy flow,” I said the rude cashier, quoting the line from Mean Girls, a movie that Amity had forced Reese and I into watching multiple times.

          Who knew that kind of shit was so expensive? I walked inside their house, not bothering to knock. I brought the stuff inside, walking down the hall towards Amity’s room.

          “Itty Bitty Amity!” I called, walking into her room. She wrestled with a sheet to try and cover up the fact that she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

          “What a pleasure!” I smirked, “I come bearing gifts.”

          She glared at me, and even though she was doing it because she wasn’t happy to see me, I couldn’t help but think it was kind of cute.