Lincoln’s POV
I fight the desire not to smirk, because I can see the questions in her eyes, searching for what my words mean. I mean exactly what I said, she’s mine, was from the first moment I saw her, and I’m here for her always. I want Abbey Sinclair, and no amount of messy past is going to stop me from getting her. I stepped back before, let her walk away from me, believed her when she said it wasn’t what she wanted, but not this time. She wants me just as much as I want her, and I’m going to make damn sure that by the time she’s safe from those assholes, and free to pick where she wants to be, it’ll be right here with me, in this house, forever.
I can see her arguments forming again in her head, so I do the best thing to stop them, I press my lips back to hers, smiling into the kiss
