Page 115 of Hypothetical Heart
I follow her into the kitchen, letting her get out all of the ingredients before I pick her up and set her on the counter.She watches me as I measure everything out before I hand her the whisk for her to mix it all together.
Right when I get the pan out, Winnie grabs my shirt. “You might want to take this off,” she says, pulling at the collar.
“Oh really?” I smirk. “Why is that?”
She shrugs, her hands tracing all the way down my abs toward the bottom hem. “Just don’t want you to get dirty, that’s all.”
“Right, right.” I don’t restrain my smile as I pull my shirt up and over my head.
“Perfect,” she replies. “Now I can enjoy the show.”
I stick my finger in the cookie dough, smearing a glob of it over her bottom lip. “Oh, sorry, let me get that,” I say, grabbing her by the chin and pulling her toward me.
Winnie goes to say something, but my lips meet her, effectively cutting her off. And when I pull away, we’re both licking our lips.
Neither of us can contain the grins that overtake our faces.
“These better be some good cookies.”
34
NOVEMBER
If there is a single person who has no idea what they’re doing when it comes to cooking, it would be Winnie.
We've been home for the week on break for the past few days since Thanksgiving was yesterday. Tonight, my parents are at one of Mae’s basketball tournaments, and with an empty house, I thought it would be nice to have Winnie over so we could cook dinner together.
Except I realized very quickly that I could not multitask when one of the tasks was making sure my girlfriend didn’t cut her hand off while chopping vegetables. So, I had to call in reinforcements.
Genevieve shows up first, which makes Jameson come downstairs. Then Luke, and finally Eloise.
“Eloise, why did you bring food from the diner?” I ask as she walks through the door. “We’re making dinner. That’s the whole point of you coming over.”
“I thought I would bring some extra dinner just in case.” She smirks, kicking her shoes off and making her way into the kitchen.
Jameson and I quickly take over a large majority of theresponsibilities, instructing Luke and the girls on what to do.
“Isn’t it scary how good your girlfriend is with a knife?” I jokingly whisper to Jameson.
“Isn’t it scary how bad your girlfriend is with a knife?” he counters, making us both laugh.
Jameson’s acknowledgment of Winnie being mygirlfriendis something I’m still hung up on because it’s so new, and not just for us, but for them, too.
As I glance over at Winnie, struggling with the vegetables, I can’t help but smile at the sight of her concentration. It reminds me of the morning in the lake house when we told everyone we were dating.
Winnie couldn’t help herself, and the second we made it down the stairs
and into the kitchen, she announced to everyone, “Logan and I are together!” Before intertwining our hands.
The entire group erupted into cheers and teasing, nobody acting shocked, but the girls let themselves be giddy for Winnie’s sake, and Jameson—well, he gave me that look like he knew something big had just happened but chose to keep quiet. All I could do, though, was stare at my girlfriend and how she had looked at me with that smile—the one that told me she was just as happy about it as I was.
That same smile is on her face now, even while she fumbles with the vegetables, reminding me that no matter how simple or chaotic the situation, being with her always feels like the right place to be.
“I heard that.” Genevieve points the knife toward me. “And don’t think my boyfriend is the only one I can threaten with bodily harm.”
I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “Point taken.”
“Hey, is it cool if I invite Briar?” Eloise asks, looking up from her phone.
