Page 99 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
Don’t we have dinner every night?
Archie
Yes.
What’s going on? You were weird in the car, and now you’re being weird again.
Archie
Because I had something to ask you in the car and I didn’t know how to ask.
You wanted to ask me to have dinner with you when we have dinner together every night? I was going to make short ribs tonight. Does that work?
Archie
Winnie.
Archie.
Archie
I don’t want you to make short ribs.
Okayyyyy. I could make chicken?
My phone rang, and his name flashed across the screen.
“Hello?” I chuckled.
“Hi.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to cook dinner for me. I want to take you to dinner.”
I paused on my way to the kitchen. “Me, you, and Melody?”
“Fuck. I’m not good at this.” Goodness, was that a nervous catch in his voice?
“Not good at what?” I asked, my heart racing so fast I could hear it in my ears.
“I’m trying to ask you on a date. And clearly, I’m failing.” He laughed. “I would like to have dinner. Just you and me.”
“I thought you didn’t do that?”
“I don’t.”
“But you want to do it with me, Archie?”
“I definitely want to do it with you, Winnie.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Listen, I know you’re not looking for anything serious, but…” He groaned. “I really do suck at this.”
“You’re doing great. Continue, please.”
“I know you’re not looking for anything serious, and I know I said that I wasn’t looking for anything serious. But I don’t know, Win, I feel like maybe we found something special when we weren’t looking.”
Swoon.
Serious swoon.
