How can he be so fucking calm? How isn’t he right beside me on the concrete having a similar ultimate life crisis?
My throat feels constricted and I reach at my back to pull the zipper of my dress down so I can breathe.
Footsteps have me looking to my right where Lincoln is holding my purse.
“Come on,” he says, grabbing me by my upper arm.
He supports most of my weight as he leads me to his car. He has to lean me against the side of the vehicle before opening the passenger door and helping me get in.
How could I have let this happen?
Lincoln climbs over into the driver’s seat and I glance at him in my peripheral vision. He was the best sex of my life. He ate me out, fucked me, and somehow made it intimate in a way I can’t describe.
I was falling for a man through a wall, and it’s him.
Oh my God. I rubbed my cum all over his dick and sucked it off.
I turn and look out the window. This has to all be a bad dream.
I’m going to wake up and it will all have been some seriously messed-up nightmare my demonic mind came up with and everything will be normal. I’ll wake up tomorrow with no very in-depth memories of how Lincoln’s mouth feels on me, or how he has the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.
“Are you done panicking?” he says softly and I nod my head. “You’re Honey?” he confirms and I nod my head. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he mumbles.
I’m not sure what words can be said between us right now.
“This is fucked up,” I say under my breath and Lincoln laughs next to me.
It’s not a cruel laugh. Maybe this is his way of handling the situation. He doesn’t cry, so he might as well laugh it off.
He rubs his jaw and parks by our apartment and neither of us gets out.
The silence is deafening and I feel like I’m being crushed by the overwhelming weight of what I learned tonight.
He turns, so his head is resting against the headrest while he looks at me. My position mimics his.
Mr. Wayne had to be beautiful. I knew that through a wall and I wasn’t wrong. Lincoln is handsome, and broken, and beautiful all the same.
His eyes are piercing mine and neither of us looks away. There’s so much to be said, to talk about, yet words don’t feel like enough.
Where do we go from here?
“We’ll keep this between us. We can act like it never happened,” he suggests.
His tone is unnaturally soft and kind. A small glimpse of the Lincoln I got to see that night after Collin’s funeral peeking through.
“Okay.”
He nods his head, his eyes searching my face like there’s so much to say, but no other words are spoken as we leave the car in silence and go to our respective apartments.
14
BREAK STUFF
I don’t sleep.I lie in bed, just replaying the night repeatedly.
Penny is Honey.
I fucked my adopted cousin through a wall.
