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"A little bit." He smirks.

"I plan to make you a lot more sticky later." He says nonchalantly, and my mouth pops open.

"Lincoln!" I whisper-yell. He shrugs, suddenly looking concerned.

"I want you to know I missed you like hell." He says emphatically, and I tilt my head at him.

"I know," I respond, but his eyes narrow. So, I decide to elaborate.

"You didn't cut me off. You kept checking on me. You were giving me time, and I needed it. But now I need you." I state. His eyes light up as he pulls me in closer. The song is coming to a close, but he doesn't stop rocking back and forth.

"We'll figure out a schedule to visit each other until you can move out of your apartment." He says, and I bite the inside of my lip.

"I already moved out," I announce, and his eyebrows furrow.

"What?" He asks.

"Yeah. I sold all my furniture except my big comfy chair and moved in with Dylan. But I moved out of Dylan's place today, so I was hoping I could live with you now." I utter. He stops moving, staring at me. His mouth opens and closes several times before he leans down and kisses me long and hard.

"Yes. Now let's go home so you can explain to me how this happened." He grabs my hand and begins to drag me to the elevator. I stop him, though; he turns on me with a growl. Putting my hand on my hips, I give him an attitude.

"I'm saying bye to my friends first." I snap, and he narrows his eyes at me. When he sees I'm not giving in, he rolls his eyes and smirks, waving his hand at me to proceed. I take my time saying bye to everyone, spending way too much time as he leans against one of the columns in the middle of the room.

"Is he watching?" I ask Caroline and Liv. They look over my shoulder and nod.

"He's about two seconds away from barging over here," Caroline states, and I snort.

"I'm counting on it," I tell her as I rub my hand over her belly. Liv squeaks, and I know he's on his way. Without warning, I'm being spun around and thrown over Lincoln's shoulder. His hand comes down hard on my ass.

"Enough!" He growls, and I laugh as his hand comes down on my ass again. I glance around, surprised he's doing that in front of people, but I notice hardly anyone left. When he turns, I glance up and wave at Caroline and Liv, and they wave back. Tonight's going to be fun.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

ANSLEY

LINCOLN GUIDESme into his house, and I'm too happy to take off these heels. I sigh as I massage the arch of my foot. I follow him further into the house as he removes his jacket and hangs it on the back of the dining room chair, then loosens his tie and takes it off. I lean against the door jam watching him undress. He turns and smirks at me.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" He asks as he removes the cuff links from his shirt and unbuttons it. My tongue comes out to wet my lips.

"Yep," I reply as he removes his shirt and lays it over the chair. Unfortunately, he leaves his pants on and walks over to me, motioning for me to turn around. I do as I'm told, and he guides my zipper down.

"I'm not wearing anything under this dress, Linc." I remind him. His lips come up to kiss the back of my neck.

"I'll give you my shirt to wear." He replies. He finishes unzipping my dress, and the dress falls to my feet. He turns me back around and takes in my body. "But first, I need to look at you."

And that's what he does. He steps back to where he discarded his shirt and grabs it but keeps his eyes focused on me. I grab my dress and hand it to him so he can drape it over one of the chairs. He helps me into the shirt and buttons it up.

"Merry Christmas, Lincoln." He smiles at me.

"Was this my Christmas present?" He asks as he pulls me into his arms. I nod.

"Part of it. I made that dress." He looks at the dress and back at me, pride shining in his eyes.

"Wow, Ans." He wraps his hand around my neck and cards his fingers through my hair. "You are so talented." He kisses me softly.

"I have a Christmas present for you too." He whispers against my lips, then releases me slowly and walks across the room where a few bags are. He takes a medium-sized box out that's already been wrapped and hands it to me. I stare at it with a smile on my face.

"Open it!" He encourages me. I tear the wrapping paper and open the box; a gasp escapes my lips as I look up at him. It's the ornament I was looking at the day he, Dylan, and I hung out.

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