Lincoln couldn’t help but be reluctant to tell Sam that the roads out of Mammoth and back to LA were now open again. They both had to go back to reality. Their real lives. He knew it. Had known it was likely, almost a certainty, yesterday. Didn’t make it any easier.
He was in love with Sam. Maybe always had been. He’d known he was crazy-attracted to him. Knew he had a really soft spot for him. But it went beyond that, and after the last few days together, Lincoln could no longer deny it. He found he didn’t really want to, anyway.
They lived very different lives, though, so the chances his love for Sam would get anywhere were pretty f*****g low. And anyway, he doubted Sam shared his feelings, not to that extent anyway, even if Sam didn’t have that whole “Hollywood Straight Celebrity” thin
