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With a decided 'fuck it' attitude, I push my sweats down until I can kick them off somewhere within the bed. I reach down to retrieve them and drop the pants on the floor next to the bed.
It's too late to turn back now. I'm going to savor every moment of this, despite the knowledge that Sutton will likely be incredibly embarrassed tomorrow. But damn, I love having her soft skin pressed against mine. Does this contradict everything I've been trying to convince myself of? Absolutely. Do I care? Not at all. Do I want to do this every night? Hell, yes.
I'm all in.
I wrap my arm tighter around Sutton, pulling her in closer. Her head finds a resting place on my chest while our bodies intertwine.
After a few moments, Sutton's hand lands on my stomach, her fingers tracing the hard ridges of my abdomen. Her hot breaths quicken as they hit my chest.
Unable to resist, I slide my hand from her back down to her ass, giving it a squeeze. Her body jolts in response.
I'd love to continue, but it's probably best not to. I do leave my hands on her as I whisper into the top of her head, "Go to sleep, sweetheart."
Sutton sighs and slides her hand to rest on my ribs, burrowing even deeper into my side.
Damn. This girl is becoming increasingly difficult to resist.
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
SUTTON
The morning after,I woke up in Lincoln's bed. In a haze of embarrassment, I scrambled to put on his clothes, leaving my own neatly folded on his dresser. In my haste, I went searching for Leia in Ronan's room, and we slipped away before anyone else stirred.
Just thinking about it is giving me hives, not because of the cozy night of cuddling with Lincoln but because of how intimate it felt. I don't want him to misconstrue my intentions or think I'm clingy. Okay, I admit I'm a bit clingy, but that's beside the point.
The situation has grown increasingly awkward, and it's tempting to scrap the whole friendship idea. Lincoln doesn't seem all that eager to be my friend, let alone more. I highly doubt he's ever considered me romantically.
Adding to the complexity, I did a walk of shame without the actual "shame" part of it. It's like my life's a never-ending episode of a cringeworthy TV show.
But even in the midst of my existential crisis, life doesn't stop. The second part of the children's skate event is today. I'm sitting on the cold bleachers, tying up my skates, watching the hockey team emerge from the locker room and take to the ice. Leia is conspicuously absent.
Odd.
I glance around to make sure Lincoln and Ronan aren't in sight. Satisfied that I'm in the clear, I rise and carefully make my way toward the ice.
Unfortunately, as soon as my blades touch the surface, Lincoln appears out of nowhere. It's as if he was waiting for me. He doesn't look thrilled, either.
Lincoln shakes his head, running his fingers through his unruly hair, then clenches his jaw before giving me an accusatory squint. "You snuck out."
I freeze in place, shocked. I was willing to bet he wouldn't want to discuss our little sleepover, hoping he'd move on and forget it.
"I didn't want to overstay my welcome," I reply honestly.
"I wanted you to be there," he says with a controlled breath. "At the very least, I wished you had waited for me to wake up before leaving."
Lincoln is like a stone wall, his emotions hidden. He just rolled those piercing green eyes at me. The universe is messing with my head.
I look away, focusing on the ground to avoid his intense gaze. "I'm sorry."
In my peripheral vision, I see Lincoln's hand reaching out, gently touching my chin, tilting it up so I have to meet his eyes. "No, don't be sorry. I'll forget about it, as long as you promise not to sneak out next time." He rubs my jaw with his thumb before withdrawing his hand.
"Next time?"
A hint of a smile cracks his stoic facade. "Yeah. Is that okay with you? We're friends, right?"
"I thought..." I struggle to find the right words. "Yes, we're friends."
"Being friends means we'll hang out again."
