Page 77 of Whisper Sweet Nothings
The sun poked through the opening of the curtains, and I squinted as a loud pounding sounded in my head.
It was as if a mariachi band had started playing in my bedroom.
“What is that noise?” I groaned as I looked up to see Archer Chadwick sitting on my bed, fully clothed, sipping a cup of coffee.
“Morning, sunshine. I can assure you, it’s a very quiet morning. What you’re hearing is the aftermath of a world-class hangover.”
“Why do you look so happy about it?” I sat forward, covering my mouth as the memory of vomiting in front of Archer cameback to me. I hurried off the bed and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
“Listen, dragon breath, there’s no judgment,” he said with a laugh from the bedroom.
I quickly brushed my teeth. My hair was a disaster, so I ran a brush through it, then pulled it into an elastic and tied a little bow around it, because I’d need those superpowers today for sure. I walked back to the bedroom.
“I assure you, my dragon breath is gone.”
“Replaced with a bow,” he said, glancing at the back of my head as I slipped beneath the comforter.
“Correct. I’m sorry you had to sleep in here all night. I would have been fine. I just can’t hold my liquor because I don’t drink very often.” I shrugged.
“Maybe I wanted to stay.” He set his coffee down and pointed to the nightstand beside me. “That’s a fresh Gatorade. You should drink it.”
I reached for the blue drink, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip, then replayed our conversation from last night.
Oh. My. Gosh.
Did it ever cross your mind that I don’t want anything from you other than your lips on mine, and maybe access to your body.
I set the drink down on the nightstand and slid under the covers, pulling the comforter over my head because the embarrassment was real.
“Winnie?” His deep voice was too damn sexy.
“Yep.”
“Why are you under the covers?”
“Because of the things I said to you. I’m going to need a minute to process.”
Loud laughter filled the space around me, and then the comforter lifted briefly as he slipped beneath it beside me. “Youmean about wanting to use my body and finding me ridiculously sexy?”
“Please, stop,” I groaned.
“I find you ridiculously sexy, too,” he whispered against my ear, nipping at the sensitive skin and making me yelp.
I pushed the comforter back, and we both sat up. “You don’t have to say that to make me feel better. Can we just pretend that last night never happened?”
“Nope. I’m glad last night happened. Let’s talk about it now that you’re sober.”
Oh, my.
This I was not expecting.
I tightened my bow and turned to look at him. “Okay. Let’s talk about it.”
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