Page 56 of Resist Me

Lincoln’s nose wrinkled. “I’m not much of a dancer.”

“You’re a musician, so I know you have a good sense of rhythm. Come on.”

A musician? That was news to me. I’d seen a piano in his apartment, but I hadn’t really thought about it as more than a simple hobby. How did she know that? I sighed. She’d probably been gathering information from the moment she arrived.

Without waiting for him to respond, she latched onto his hand. She grabbed mine too, then tugged us into the living room. Settling her hands on his shoulders, she whispered something in his ear before she turned around and backed up against him. He put his hands on her hips, apparently recognizing that it was pointless to argue. He said he didn’t dance, but clearly that didn’t mean hecouldn’t. His body moved with a fluidity that didn’t match his massive body.

His eyes met mine and my skin heated. I wanted to blame the alcohol, but I wasn’t even buzzed.

When Rick showed up again, Willow abandoned Lincoln. She sidled up to Rick and looked at me.

“You guys should dance.”

“No thanks.”

“You’d do it with Kai.”

This was annoying. She was up to something, but I couldn’t imagine what it was. When she winked, I narrowed my eyes.

“I don’t bite,” Linc said.

“Too bad. I enjoy biting.”

The corner of his lips pulled up. He wasn’t supposed to find that funny. I was annoying and a pest to him. Like before, he leaned in close to my ear. I found my eyes fluttering closed.

“What if I said I want to dance with you?”

“I’d have to vomit on your shoes. And no, I wouldn’t apologize.”

He was so close that when I shifted my weight, his fingers brushed my arm. For some reason, I met his eyes. I thought I might actually agree to dance with him. One couldn’t hurt, right?

His hand flattened against my chest and I worried that he would feel how fast my heart was beating. I was on the verge of spiraling into oblivion and I hadn’t the faintest idea what that meant.

“You do look like you might throw up,” he noted. “Do I make you nervous, West?”

Thankfully, a couple of my teammates came over, so I took a step back. They were obviously past the point of tipsy considering the way they swayed. Matt eyed Willow hungrily and licked his lips.

“Hey,” I said, snapping my fingers. “Don’t be gross.”

“Rick said you guys are twins,” Matt noted. “So, are you the Game of Thrones type of twins?”

I reared back. Did he really just ask me that?

Lincoln stepped closer. “Don’t be a dick, man.”

Matt held his hands up in surrender, but he was laughing. “Just a question. Might be kinda hot, though.”

Matt hit the ground and someone shouted in alarm. It took me a moment to catch up to what had happened. Lincoln stood over him,his fist clenched at his side. When Matt looked up, there was blood coming from his nose.

“What the hell, Linc?” he shouted.

Lincoln’s lips parted. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but he just shook his head. I watched him stalk toward the stairs without a backward glance.

“That was wild,” Willow said beside me.

“It was unnecessary. He doesn’t need to defend your honor.”

“I don’t think it was about me.”

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