CHAPTER 43
“Lincoln, wake up!” Grace cried out again.
Locked in his arms and twisted inside the unbalanced hammock, this was not how she had envisioned their first embrace. Her face squished into his n***d chest, her rear end hanging off the edge of the hammock, his right leg flung over the top of her left, his mouth in her ear, humming and murmuring incoherently–until she called out his name again.
“Wha—? Grace?” Lincoln pulled away from her with a start, which further destabilized their already precarious position. Grace felt the hammock lose its patience with them and with one mighty flip it tossed them out.
She squealed. Lincoln shouted. The hammock dumped them into a pile on the deck with a thump, still entwined, still in a state of confusion.
“Grace! What?” Lincoln was laying on
