Page 59 of Whisper Sweet Nothings

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Winnie

I’d finished unpackingmy suitcase, tied my hair in a bun on top of my head, and slipped into a hot bath.

I still couldn’t believe Archer had made me an office in his home.

And not just any office, but the most beautiful writing space I could have dreamed of.

He’d acknowledged how important my career was to me and created a place for me to sit down and write.

Talk about the ultimate act of service.

So, I’d briefly lost my mind and kissed him.

The truth was, I’d wanted to kiss him for weeks. And nothing about this kiss felt like settling.

At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if it didn’t go anywhere.

Couldn’t it just be a kiss?

Didn’t people do that all the time?

It was difficult for me to navigate this type of thing, because I’d only ever been with one man.

I’d only had sex with one man.

And up until today, I’d only ever kissed one man.

But this was what people my age were supposed to do.

I didn’t need to overthink it.

And Archer was clearly doing that for both of us. He’d barely spoken during dinner, not that it had been noticeable, because Melody had caught me up on everything that I’d missed over the last four days.

My phone vibrated on the little bench beside the tub, and I reached for it.

Archie

I just got Melody bathed and in bed. Should we talk?

What would you like to talk about, Archie?

I chuckled, because it was kind of adorable that he was freaking out.

Archie

Don’t be a smartass, Winnie. We should talk about what happened.

Did you like it?

Archie

Of course I did. Should we talk in person? Do you want to meet in the kitchen?

I’m in the tub.

Archie

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