Lincoln’s soft expression was imprinted on my mind that I barely accepted what I witnessed from him. He was giving me a cross expression that I couldn't quite weigh what was less or more. Fear, displeased, bothered, baffled, and anger were dancing in his face all together in almost the same measure that it suddenly caused me to fret about his upcoming response.
With the countenance Lincoln gave me, I regretted opening up about my nightmare last night. Just like I supposed, it wasn't a good idea.
“But it was just a nightmare though...” I added, trying to sound unbothered about it while smiling at him, hoping that I could distract him from what was running through his mind. “Lincoln, believe me, it was nothing.”
Lincoln's sharp gaze grew intense upon my face that I nearly panicked. For th
