Lincoln
Son of a b***h.
I'd kissed her sister and nearly made her teeth bleed because I couldn't seem to get into the scene - then imagined myself kissing her, and it had been all rainbows and s**t.
And now? Now I get to kiss her.
Well, at least I wouldn't have to act - nope that would be all Lincoln Greene.
In that moment, I wanted her to talk. I needed to hear her joke about kissing me. I needed the conversation before the kiss that set me at ease. Because at least through conversation, I could maybe gain insight into her feelings. But all I had to go off was body language. And as usual, she seemed indifferent about the whole thing.
I stared harder.
Maybe she was sweating?
I eyed her neck, hoping for a racing pulse.
Instead, she jerked her head to the side and stumbled as she mo
