Page 74 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
I pulled into the garage and came around to the passenger door, where I unbuckled her before pulling her into my arms again.
“I can walk. I’m fine.”
She wasn’t fine.
“Just let me help you, okay?” I said with a laugh. I moved inside, headed straight for her room. I carried her to her bed and set her down.
She pushed her coat off her shoulders and tried to kick off her shoes but made no progress whatsoever.
Drunk Winnie was fucking adorable.
I bent down, pulled her ice-cold foot into my hands, and unbuckled the strap.
“Ahh…” she moaned. “Your hands are so warm.”
“This is why you don’t walk in weather like this. You would have gotten frostbite.” I set the first shoe beside me and reached for her other foot.
“Why were you ignoring me earlier?”
I unbuckled the strap and glanced up at her. I thought about denying it. But I decided not to bullshit her. We could be straight with one another. Besides, she’d probably forget by the morning. “Because I think it’s best that I keep my distance.”
She sighed. “Because you’re embarrassed that I kissed you and then shamelessly chased my pleasure against all your…hardness.”
I laughed. She was ridiculously cute.
“First of all, you didn’t kiss me, I kissed you. Second, I offered up my ‘hardness,’ also known as my very excited dick that was reacting to you. You weren’t in that alone.”
“Well, I’m the one who made a fool of myself. And at first you seemed fine, but then you literally avoided me after, so I know you’re mortified by what happened.” She fell back on the bed.
I moved to sit beside her and pulled her upright in a sitting position. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t decide things for me, Winnie. ‘Mortified’ would be the last word I would use to describe how I felt after what happened, unless you’re referring to being mortified by my own behavior.”
“You offered yourself up to me. You were a perfect gentleman. And you let me grind up all over you like a filthy animal.” She tossed her hands in the air dramatically. “That’s how you see me now. Like a filthy, horny animal.”
I couldn’t stop the laughter from coming. “Umm… that’s some crazy tequila you had tonight if you think that.”
“So, you avoided me because you think I’m amazing?” she asked, oozing sarcasm. “It’s probably all the dumb bows I wear. Jaden hated them. He thought they were stupid.”
“Winnie.” I reached for her chin and turned her face so her gaze locked with mine.
“What?”
“You are so far off base, you aren’t even in the ball field.”
“‘Ball field’? Are you talking dirty to me, Archie?” she chuckled.
If she only knew the filthy thoughts running through my mind every time she was in the room.
There was only one filthy animal here, and it was definitely not Winnie.
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