Lincoln eyes me from head to toe, his gaze lingering on my legs. “Now we’re both a bit exposed.”
I gesture to him in a ‘hey you’re not wearing a shirt’ kind of way. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?” It’s not like half the thrax aren’t partying nearby.
“Why not? I won’t return to the ball.” True, and I’m probably about to ruin his tunic to boot.
Grinning, Lincoln kicks the pile of chain mail with his bare foot. “Plus, this stuff weighs a ton.” He links his arms across his chest. “And I was promised some trouble, remember?”
That settles it.
I bow slightly. “Alright, you got me. Where to?”
“I have a specific spot in mind.” He laces his fingers with mine. A thrill of connection zings in my palm. “Let’s go.” His mismatched eyes twinkle in the moonlight. My tummy goes all tingly again.
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