Chapter 11

Lincoln

Son of a bitch.

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 shit.

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 mouthed, "What?"

"Sorry." I nearly stuttered. Great. Add that to my list of epic fails for the day. "Just, um, thought I saw a mosquito bite."

Smooth, Lincoln, smooth.

She quickly touched her neck.