Well, it’s not going well.
I’m standing outside of her apartment door holding an iced latte that’s freezing my hand and a breakfast burrito in another.
She opens the door, clicking the button to lock it before spinning around and gasping.
She drops her purse and clutches her chest.
“You fucking scared me,” she complains, grabbing her purse and looking up at me. “What’s that?”
“Breakfast,” I say plainly, and she glares at me.
“Why are you standing in front of my front door holding breakfast?” she asks.
“Because I wanted to. Everyone needs breakfast.”
“Lincoln,” she sighs my name, walking toward the elevator and pushing the button, not taking the coffee or breakfast.
“Let me drive you to work.”
She goes to open her mouth and I shove the straw of the latte in between her parted lips before she can speak.
“I drive you to work all the time.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?” I ask, wanting her to admit she’s been thinking about me, too.
She sighs, grabbing the burrito out of my hands. “Nevermind,” she groans as we both enter the elevator.
She’s quiet, and I hate it. I like when she doesn’t shut up and babbles on about shit. When we leave the building and are smacked with the Florida heat, she concedes.
“Fine, I could use a ride.”
I repress a smile as we head over to my car and get in, blasting the AC immediately, and I drive slowly to Kemper’s.
“Are you going with your brothers to the beach house this weekend?” she asks.
“Yes, I’m sure Gavin and Ben have some ridiculous shit planned.”
She smiles and nods. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“What are you doing this weekend?” I ask her.
Penny takes an extremely long sip of her latte and shrugs her shoulders.
“I’d cancel, you know?” I tell her as I pull into the parking lot. She thankfully doesn’t get out right away and turns her head to face me.
I wonder if she’s thinking about how she climbed the console the other night to ride my dick.
“If you wanted to spend the weekend together, I’d cancel.”
“Lincoln, I can’t do this,” she whispers.
“I’d choose you, Penny.”
Her eyes well with tears and she shakes her head, opening the door and leaving me behind in the dust. I sit in the parking lot for far too long, my brother coming over and tapping the roof of the car and I roll down my window.
“Everything good?” he asks.
