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Was it normal to find a man’s legs attractive? Because his most definitely were.
I slid down the bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. He smirked as if he knew I’d been appreciating his spectacular exterior.
Judging by the lack of a T-shirt as he emerged from his closet again in only sweatpants, I was going to have to get used to the sight of his chest.Could anyone ever get used to that?
“You own sweats?” I asked incredulously as he rounded the bed.
“Yes.” He said the word as if he didn’t understand what the big deal was.
“I kinda pictured you sleeping in a tie.”
He paused with his hand on the mattress. “I suppose I could if you prefer.”
I swatted at him with a pillow. “Nooo.”
He climbed in beside me and scooped me into his side like we’d done this a thousand times.
“You think I’m uptight.” He stretched and flicked a switch. Only the lights of the city remained.
“Youareuptight.”
“And that displeases you?”
I rolled over, draping my arm over his stomach. He smelled so good I wanted to take a deep breath, but controlled myself.
“No. You should be who you are.” I pressed my cheek into his chest. “I’d prefer to keep the fact that you’re snuggly between us.”
“Snuggly?”
I twined a leg between his and burrowed deeper against him. “Yes. Snuggly.”
He stroked my hair with one hand and laced his fingers with mine on top of his stomach. “Are you in pain?”
“It’s more like a ballet troupe now instead of the tap dancers in my head.”
He let out a dissatisfied rumble that vibrated against my cheek.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, not wanting to think about anything having to do with yesterday.
“Neither have I.”
I popped my head up, despite I could barely see his face. “I meant spent the night with someone.”
“So did I.” Gently, he nudged my head back to his chest.
He hadn’t?“Why?” The question was out before I could stop it. Lincoln was desirable on every level. He’d probably had more women lined up for a shot with him than lived in this zip code.
“I—” He was quiet for so long, I didn’t think he was going to answer. “I think I was waiting for you.”
If I was uncertain before about the status of my feelings for him, he’d ripped the veil off now. I’d fallen. Hard. Because deep down, my heart had been waiting for Lincoln too.
Chapter Eighteen
Lincoln
I slept six hours.
I looked at the clock and then at Lexie, still out in my arms. She had to be the reason. Because I couldn’t remember sleeping that long ever since I was a child.
