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"Goodnight," Ronan chirps back.
"Goodnight," I conclude.
It turns out, it was a good night, maybe one of my favorite yet.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
SUTTON
Lately,life has been a trip. School, Lincoln, and my friends have all fallen into perfect flow, and I never thought it was possible to feel this happy.
Hockey season remains in full swing, and playoffs kicked off just last week. Tonight, we've all congregated at the hockey house across the street from Lincoln's place. I can't help but notice how the place gets grimier every time I step through its doors. Do they ever clean around here?
The reason for our gathering tonight is because the guys secured a crucial victory. They pulled off an insane win at Regionals and now have their sights set on the National Semifinals. Should they win the Semifinals, Leia and I plan to attend the Championship. My brother has already told us he’s joining us at the game, along with Leia and Liam.
I lean in toward Lincoln and whisper, "I need to use the restroom."
He gives my thigh a gentle squeeze before rising from his seat. "Alright, let's go." He extends his hand to help me up.
I accept his assistance. "I can manage on my own."
In the dimly lit room, Lincoln's disbelieving gaze meets mine as if I've just suggested something utterly preposterous. "I'll come," he says, shaking his head in a manner that implies I've lost my mind.
Feeling the need for his reassuring presence, I tightly clutch his arm and mold myself to his imposing figure as he guides us through the bustling throng of people. We eventually come to a halt in front of the bathroom, the hubbub of the party fading into the background.
I give his chest a light pat, trying to hide my smile as I lay down the ground rules. "Stand guard outside the door."
A look of bewilderment washes over his normally sharp and handsome features, softening his rugged appearance. "Why can't I come in with you?" he questions, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.
I respond matter-of-factly, as if the rationale for my request should be self-evident. "Because, well, I have to use the bathroom."
With a reluctant sigh, he nudges me gently aside and strides into the bathroom ahead of me. His casual parting remark sends a shiver of amusement down my spine. "I've seen you naked."
I step inside the bathroom, a wave of embarrassment washing over me as I close the door behind me. "You can stay," I mumble, "but please, turn around. Don't look."
Lincoln raises an eyebrow, giving me a quizzical look that sparks my frustration. "I just don't want you to watch me pee," I mutter, feeling the heat in my cheeks.
His response is indignant, "Why the hell not?"
I draw a line in the sand, my patience waning. "Don't we have to draw the line somewhere?"
With crossed arms and a determined stance, Lincoln refuses to budge. "You can watch me pee."
I can't help myself and reach out, pinching his side. He jerks, losing his balance momentarily, which allows me to spin him around to face the opposite direction.
He rubs his side, clearly put out by my actions. "Why the hell not?" he grumbles.
I can't help but laugh at how offended he is. "Oh my god! A little mystery in a relationship is good now and again," I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension.
He relents with a grumble, "Fine."
"Fine," I echo him with a playful roll of my eyes, shuffling towards the toilet.
Lincoln, still facing the wall, starts a humorous tirade about the situation. "It's not like you're taking a shit or anything. I should be able to watch my girl take a piss."
I can't help but protest loudly, raising my voice, "No! The mystery! Keep it alive. We will never be the same if you talk about me pooping!" I complain as I pull my skirt and panties down and get situated on the toilet.
He chuckles as if I'm the one being ridiculous. "I lick your pussy, and you're worried about me seeing you pee. That doesn't make much sense, in my opinion."
