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But Lincoln's strong arm clamps around my waist, holding me firmly in place. "It's normal," he reassures me, his voice soothing, as he tries to alleviate my anxiety.
"Has this happened to you before?" I ask.
He shakes his head. "No, but we're different than anything I've done before."
My voice cracks as I respond, "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he affirms with a reassuring smile. "Let's take a shower and get cleaned up."
"Okay," I agree, grateful for the chance to put this minor mishap behind us.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and try to stand. As I take a step, my legs buckle beneath me, and a lingering soreness throbs at my center. In a reflex, I clamp my legs together tightly, trying to hide my discomfort. Lincoln watches me with a quizzical expression, and then realization dawns in his eyes.
"Fuck," he mutters, quickly kneeling down in front of me and gently pulling my legs apart.
Using one hand to hold me open, he carefully uses the other to scoop up his own release that is trickling down the inside of my thigh.
Lincoln uses our combined wetness to gently massage my over-sensitive clit. "You look so sexy like this. Thank you."
I'm slightly confused, wondering what he's thanking me for. "For what?"
"For letting me be your first," he explains. "It means a lot to me."
My heart swells with affection. "You mean a lot to me."
A warm smile graces his face as he stands up and scoops me into his arms. I squeal with delight as he carries me into his bathroom, leaving the intimate moment behind and focusing on the next step.
"I'm happy you're here.”
"Me too.”
With that simple exchange of words, we settle into the warmth of the moment, sharing contented smiles that speak of our mutual happiness.
He sets me on the cold counter and starts the shower, waiting for the water to warm up. I pull my hair into a bun and watch Lincoln's muscles flex as he retrieves towels from the cabinet.
Once the bathroom starts to fill with steam, he leads me into the shower and under the warm water. Lincoln washes my body with care before quickly washing himself. After we've finished, he dries us off and guides me back into his bedroom, where he hands me one of his shirts to wear. Lincoln puts on a pair of boxer briefs and pulls me into bed with him, drawing the covers over us.
As I drift off to sleep with my back nestled against Lincoln's chest, his body wrapped protectively around mine and an arm draped over my waist, I can't help but reflect on the whirlwind of emotions from the night. I can't believe I lost my virginity, and Lincoln, in his own way, asked me to be his girlfriend.
He might not have asked me outright, but I couldn't care less. I'm absolutely thrilled and excited about what the future holds for us.
I haven't been this happy in a long time.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
SUTTON
The soundof voices downstairs rouses me from a light sleep, and I momentarily struggle to remember where I am.
Lincoln's room.
I sit up abruptly, realizing I'm alone in his bed, and I have no idea when he even left.
With a sense of urgency, I slip out of bed and head to Lincoln's ensuite bathroom. I flick on the light and am momentarily startled by my disheveled reflection in the mirror. I definitely need a brush and a moment to compose myself.
While brushing my teeth, I shift on my feet, trying to ignore the soreness in my lower half, grateful that Lincoln isn't here to witness my current state. I feel like a mess.
Once I finish in the bathroom, I carefully make my way downstairs. I have no idea what time it is, but it must be early. I follow the voices I hear, leading me to the kitchen where Lincoln stands at the counter, and his parents sit on stools at the island, sipping coffee.
