Chapter 3
Sam started to think that suggesting they have s*x had seriously blown Lincoln’s mind. Linc stared at him as if maybe he’d suggested they should go rob a bank.
So maybe he’d got this wrong. He thought he’d detected blatant interest in Lincoln’s gaze, but maybe—
Linc kissed him.
Finally.
When Linc’s lips tentatively touched his, Sam decided that would never do. He grabbed the collar of Linc’s Henley and pulled him tight against him, deepening the kiss. At first, his friend remained stiff as a board, but when Sam shoved his tongue between Linc’s lips, the man finally relaxed, sighed, and put his arms around Sam’s waist.
Lincoln tasted of coffee, butter, and pancakes. A good taste. And Sam couldn’t deny that, if he had to be stuck in a cabin for a few days with someone because
