Page 83 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
“Pink, white, or red bows?” I asked, holding up the options in my hand.
“Can we do one pink and one red?”
“Absolutely, I love that idea.”
“Who used to do your hair when you were a little girl?” she asked, and I glanced up to meet her gaze in the mirror.
“Well, my dad tried, but he wasn’t real good at that. He’s great with cars, but not so much with hair.” I chuckled at the memory.
“Yeppers. Daddy is good with his works but not so much with hair, either.” She smiled, and it reached her chocolate brown eyes.
“I taught myself pretty early on how to do it. But honestly, I would just wear a ponytail most days and tie a ribbon around it. I learned the fancy stuff later.” I picked up the hairspray and sprayed it over her head to keep things in place.
Archer didn’t know much about hair products, so I’d taken him shopping one day. We’d picked up some good detangler and conditioner for her hair, some light hair spray, and more bows.
A girl could never have too many bows.
“I’m glad I have you to do this with me. Mrs. Dowden didn’t know how to do hair, and I like that you and me both wear pretty bows together.”
“I like it, too.” I kissed her cheek. She smelled like her peach-strawberry lotion, and I just breathed in all that sweetness.
“Should we go make breakfast?” I asked her as I helped her off the counter.
“Yes. Can we make heart pancakes and bacon?”
“Sure, that sounds perfect.” I took her hand and led her down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Melody loved to set the table, so I whipped up the batter as she did that. But all I could think of was a naked Archer Chadwick.
The man was chiseled perfection.
I wanted to take things further with him, but I was afraid to at the same time.
I’d only been with one man in my life.
And it hadn’t been great, to say the least.
I wanted to keep things casual, and a part of me wondered if sex would complicate things.
Making out was one thing. Sex was another.
We’d talked about it. Hell, we talked about everything.
Archer Chadwick was my boss, but he’d also become my friend.
A really good friend.
He listened and encouraged me with my writing.
He was the best kisser I’d ever met as well, so I had no doubt he’d be a great lover.
The kind of lover I wrote about in the pages of my books.
“That smells good,” he said, startling me from my thoughts as he brushed up against me where I stood at the stove. His breath tickled my ear as he leaned in close to me.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Melody coloring at the table. Archer moved to pour himself a cup of coffee as I plated the food.
“Pancakes and bacon. The breakfast of champions,” I said as I set our plates down at the table.
