Dani
Dreaming of Lincoln was so not what I needed. But dream I did. I dreamt of his kiss, I dreamt of his lips, and when I woke up in a cold sweat, my body ached with something I'd never really recognized before, almost like he'd awakened some sort of untapped passion or desire. Great, just great. Not only was I unable to speak, but now I was a sexually frustrated mute.
I glanced at the clock. Two a.m. Pris would kill me if I woke her up, especially since she had a really intense few scenes tomorrow with Jaymeson, another reason Lincoln had the next day and a half off.
It was Tuesday, and he didn't need to report back until Wednesday at noon.
I lay back against the headboard, slamming my skull softly against the fabric.
Just as I reached for my phone, it went off.
Lincoln: Can't slee
