34- Hannah

My head jerked off the pillow the second I woke up. Early morning sunshine came through the slats of the blinds in my bedroom. Crap. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep last night while Lincoln was still working on my back door. After that kiss in the parking lot, I thought the night would have gone completely different. When he seemed intent on playing handyman instead of attentive boyfriend, I came in here to rest until he put the tools away. I must have fallen asleep.

I looked down to see my dress wrinkled, my heels kicked off beside the bed, and an old orange afghan Aunt Betty had kept in the hall closet draped over me. The thought of Lincoln coming in and covering me up at some point last night made up for some of the confusion that painted every interaction with that man.

Tossing the afghan aside, I slid off the bed and tiptoed out of the room. I had no idea if Lincoln was still here or if he’d left after he found me asleep. My bedroom door swung open without a sound, thanks to the ne