“I’m thinking I should move,” I tell him softly. I’ve been debating it for the last few weeks, him living on the floor beneath me only creates a deeper tension. Maybe if I’m out of the complex and only see him for family functions, it will make things easier.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, you’re not moving. No, you’re not denying us what we both want. Just give me a chance, Penny.”
I scrub my face, wishing I hadn’t had so many margaritas and that he hadn’t drunk so much of whatever it was that he was drinking.
“Tell me it was just sex,” he says, his handsome drunken face pleading with me. “Tell me it was just about that and I’ll stop, Penny.”
I swallow. “You know it wasn’t.”
I try to pull away from his hand, but he holds me there.
“You knew I was with Aiden. You wanted me here,” he says.
Well, he’s fucking got me there.
I’m not sure what lie I can possibly say, but he doesn’t let me get one out. “You’ve missed me just as much as I’ve fuckingmissed you. Did you tell Aiden to come pick you up because you wanted to see me?”
He squeezes my thigh tighter.
“Yes,” I grate out.
“I want you in my bed. I want to finish that stupid fucking show with you and feed you breakfast and fuck you into my mattress,” he says.
He presses his nose against my cheek and I want to give in. I want to tell him I want all the same things. That I’d happily go home with him right now if the circumstances were different.
“What happens when you realize that you like the idea of me, not really me, Linc? What happens when you get bored or decide you don’t want the same things as me? You’ll be okay, you’ll be forgiven. I’ll have nothing.”
“How could I ever get tired of this, of you?” he asks and I swallow, his words linger against my ear as I look over his shoulder and see that Jessa and Aiden are about to turn around and I pull away in shame.
Lincoln’s eye’s meet mine and he looks behind him, realizing that they are headed in our direction.
He rolls his eyes as the server brings our food.
“Who gives a fuck what anyone else thinks?”
“Me, Lincoln. I care, and you acting like I’m being ridiculous just pisses me off.” He grumbles something and starts eating his food like he’s a starving man as Jessa and Aiden take their seats next to us.
“Christ, Linc. Slow down,” Aiden scolds him.
Jessa’s eyes dart between the two of us, trying to figure this all out. Making two of us, because I don’t know what I’m doing. We can’t keep playing this tug of war where he tries to convince me this can be a real thing and I’m the clear-headed one.
Lincoln eats with one hand, and places the other back on my thigh. The worst part is? I love it. I love that he always wants totouch me, that he’s so into me, and he would scream it from the rooftops if he could.
His hand slides up, nearly touching my pussy and I jump slightly.
“You good?” Aiden asks, giving me an odd look.
“Yeah, Penny? You seem tense?” Linc says, his hand gripping my hip.
I’m not sure who misses Lincoln more, me or my vagina.
“I’m fine,” I lie and Lincoln nearly cups me from the outside of my clothes. We’re in public, Jessa and Aiden across from us, I should feel ashamed, I should be scared that we’re going to get caught… yet, I’m wet and wish everything around us would disappear and we could be alone again. I clear my throat and shake my head. “I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick,” I say, grabbing his hand and squeezing it before walking across the sand to the restrooms.
I knock and enter the single stall. I’m about to shut the door when a large hand swipes out and stops me from shutting it. Lincoln forces his way in, shutting the bathroom door and locking it behind him.
