He shifts my hair and nods, taking all my words in. “You need to promise me that if you’re ever truly uncomfortable or don’t like something, you’ll speak up.”
I swallow and nod, looking up at him.
“I mean it, Pen. I don’t want to accidentally hurt or upset you and you just suffer in silence because you feel like you’re letting me down. I want to do this because you want it and I’m gonna enjoy the fuck out of myself, but your comfort and safety is number one, especially with something like this.”
“I promise,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around him.
Why does it feel like this is exactly where I belong?
I groanwhen I wake up, thankful that the curtains are closed as a tray clanks next to me.
“It’s too early.”
“It’s nearly noon,” his voice says.
“Ugh.”
I shove my hand under the pillow and cradle it against my face.
“I forgot you weren’t a morning person.”
“There’s nothing likable about mornings.”
“Breakfast,” he supplies easily, both as an answer about mornings and as an offering as he places the tray between us.
“You made this?” I squint as he turns on the lamp on his nightstand.
“I placed the order on my phone and had a man named Levi bring it to my doorstep. I think it counts.”
I grab the breakfast sandwich and scoot up the frame of the bed. A part of me wants to bring up yet again how we shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t want to ruin it. The sandwich is delicious and I eat every last bite, before crawling back into bed.
Lincoln hands me the remote.
“Put something on.”
“You want to watch trashy TV with me?” I question, and he shrugs, getting comfortable.
“My dick can only get hard so many times, and I’m not letting you leave. So yeah, I want to watch trashy TV with you.”
I put on the show where people fall in love with a wall between them, and he laughs.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“You said to put anything on.”
“You’re right, I did.”
Three episodes later, he’s fully invested.
“He’s so ugly. Why did he think he could land someone who looks like a model?” he questions, pointing at the screen.
“Men are delusional.”
“This is beyond delusion.”
“I’ve dated guys that aren’t considered attractive.”
“Yeah, I know,” he says bitterly. “The worst was what’s his fucking name? Justin? The one who looked like his name should be rainbow bliss or some shit. I thought crickets were hiding in his beard.”
