The next day, I couldn't move without groaning, grunting, and huffing in intense pain. I slowly shift from my seat to reach the glass of water on the bamboo folding breakfast tray and winced when my hips ache. When I saw Lincoln staring at me, I glared at him.
“I’m sorry, baby. I was a bit rough last night,” Lincoln said and smiled nervously.
“A bit?” I slammed my fist on the table and it was too late for me to realize that I used some strength, causing me to moan in pain again before I continued to speak. “That was just a bit for you? Do you really plan to lacerate my insides and hospitalized me?”
“I—I wasn't...”
I glared at him so he halted from defending himself by pinching his lips together.
“I’m sorry, baby... I guess I’m not going to do it again then,” he said, refusing my gaze
