Present
It’s been a week and I still can’t wipe the smile off my face. Linc is here every day when I get home from work and I have to practically shove him out the door each night. He doesn’t want to leave my side and I love him all the more for it, but we both agree we need to ease Caroline into this.
Each night, long after Caroline falls asleep, we spend an obscene about of time making out on the couch.
Which is what we are doing now.
Linc is on his side with my heated body plastered to his front, our legs tangled together like vines. One hand has made its way beneath my shirt to cup my breast while he worships my mouth. The man is a phenomenal kisser. We should both be experts by now, considering we’ve spent hours upon hours practicing.
He’s leaving in a couple of days and he’ll be gone for two weeks, so I’m trying to absorb every moment I can with him.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I feel selfish saying it, I know he has to go, but I can’t help it. I’m going to miss him terribly. Now that he’s back, I’m not sure how I survived this long without him.
Removing his hand from my shirt, he cups my cheek, dragging his thumb back and forth across my skin. “You can always come with me.”
This has been an ongoing conversation all week. I was tempted to say yes when he asked the first time. I would love nothing more than to spend the two weeks with him and see what his life is like outside of here. But I can’t bring myself to leave Caroline for that long. Besides, he’ll be working most of the time, giving interviews and performing.
I would only be in the way.
“You know I can’t do that.” Lowering my head to his chest, I sigh, wishing I could.
“I have a surprise for you.”
I smile, lifting my eyes to his. “You do?”
He nods, kissing me once more before rising from the couch and walking out the front door.
A few minutes later he returns holding two boxes. They are both wrapped in black paper with hot pink bows.
I sit up and he places them in my lap. Then Linc situates himself behind me, his hands resting on my hips.
“What’s this?”
Looking over my shoulder, he grins. “What’s it look like?”
“Smart-ass,” I say, elbowing his gut playfully.
He grunts.
I examine the pretty boxes, excited to find out what’s inside. He removes the smaller one, leaving the larger box in my lap. He’s giddy, his boyish smile making him look even more handsome.
If that’s even possible.
Smiling, I tear into the paper to reveal a rose gold MacBook Pro.
“You don’t have a computer and this is a good way for us to keep in touch while I’m gone. We can FaceTime every night,” he says.
“Linc, you didn’t have to do this. I can FaceTime you from my phone.”
“True, but the way I plan on utilizing this, you’ll need to be hands free.” His deep, husky voice seeps through my veins, wrapping itself around my heart as he pushes my hair off my shoulder and kisses the crook of my neck.
The implication makes me blush. Linc is not shy at all in the bedroom.
Unlike me.
Setting the box on the coffee table I turn around, throwing my arms around his neck. “Thank you. I love it.”
He hugs me tight before bringing the next box between us. “This one’s next.”
