Page 117 of Best Wrong Thing

“And the other forty per cent?”

“Well, you get ten for deciding to come to my bar to get drunk. And I get thirty for chatting you up and inviting you back to my place.”

I nuzzle his jaw. “I deserve more like twenty per cent of the credit.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Definitely.”

“Hmm. Okay, I can live with that as long as we agree that sleeping together that night was the best decision we’ve ever made.”

“Second best.”

He purses his lips. “I’m confused.”

“The best decision was moving in together.”

“Yeah, that was a good idea too.”

I press my lips to his and give him a long, lingering kiss. “You’ve got to go.”

“One more kiss.”

“Gladly.”

We hold each other tightly and kiss like we’re not going to see each other for a week, even though it’s only going to be a few hours. Even the slight discomfort of Archer’s cycle helmet knocking against my back can’t ruin the moment.

“I’ve got to go.” He cups my cheek and kisses me.

I laugh. “Go. You don’t want to be late on your first day.”

He kisses me again. “I won’t be. See you soon.” He goes to the door and blows me a kiss. “Love you.”

“I love you too.”

I smile sappily. Damn, I love him. I can’t imagine my feelings for him ever stagnating. Every moment we spend together, every kiss we share, and every new thing we experience makes me fall deeper in love. The start of Archer’s new career is another waypoint on the map we’re making as we journey through our lives.

Together.