The minute his lips touch the food, he breathes in deeply through his nose, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as he closes his eyes. This takes me off guard.
“Are you okay?” I chuckle.
“The food… mmmdamn,” he says, unable to speak, scarfing more of it down.
Holy shit. Does he not eat?
I know he does. His body is still lean, but he’s put on a little bit more muscle. But he’s eating like he hasn’t eaten in months.
“You’re acting like you haven’t had anything to eat in a long time.”
“Not food like this. I miss your cooking,” he admits.
“Sarahdoesn’t cook for you?” I want to slap myself for asking.
“Sarah doesn’t cook,” he answers.
Well what do you effin’ know.
Because of course she doesn’t.
This is who Lincoln decided to get into bed with when he had a good thing at home. I always cooked for him, dressed him, made sure he was good. Made sure I looked good too. And he up and cheated on me for a bitch that doesn’t even cook for him.
Oh God, I want to say something so bad, but I keep my mouth shut.
“Go ahead. I know you want to say something,” Lincoln says.
God damn it.
“None of my business.”
“I’m welcoming you to say something. What? About her not cooking, right?”
“None of my business, Link.”
“She doesn’t cook because she’s really busy like me. Like I said we have the same—”
“You don’t have to defend your side bitch to me,” I snap at him. “I didn’t ask you for an explanation.”
Lincoln just stares at me, some of the food still bulging out one side of his cheek.
Huffing, I get my stuff and get ready to leave.
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Chapter 37
Lincoln's POV
I just stare at Gabby. It was nice of her to make dinner for me, even though she claims it was just leftovers. And, honestly, I missed this. Coming home and having someone to come home to. I didn’t have to come home to Sarah because she worked with me. We usually went home together. Then we had sex and would enjoy each other’s company.
I spend time with her at work all day, every day. We’re a team, an extension of each other as far as work goes. But there’s something very intimate about coming home with someone already there waiting for you, someone that you have history with, someone who you know loves you… knows what you like.
Sarah knows what I like too, but it’s different.
At first I thought it was just someone who would understand me, someone who could get the stress of the job and the long hours I worked. I had felt so disconnected from Gabby because my eyes were always focused on the deadlines and everything I had to accomplish to make our project come to pass.
But now, staring at Gabrielle, I realize how warped my thinking had been. Honestly, I realized this a long time ago, not long after she left. But it’s like every day I’m forced to learn new things about how stupid I was.
