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I lift one of my brows, “You hit the floor so hard we all thought you were dead, or at the very least severely concussed.”
“Lesson learned,” she shrugs, looking down at my leg. “How did you carry me in here? Where is your boot?”
I shrug, “I’ve been walking for months without it, what’s a few more weeks?”
She growls, “You are impossible. How are you supposed to get better if you don’t listen to Dr. Marlow?”
“Stop trying to turn this around on me,” I scowl. “Youare the one that was so drunk I had to carry you in last night.”
Her eyes turn sad, “I don’t know why I drank so much. I was just feeling confused.”
“So you thought you’d be less confused if you were drunk?” I question her. “Cause that makes a lot of sense.”
“I was upset, Colson!” She snaps. “Everything has been so hot and cold with you. One second you’re kissing me, telling me you want to be with me, and the next you act like you could care less about who is kissing me.”
I feel the rage begin to bubble up inside of me, “Who did you kiss?”
“No one,” she admits. “But you made it clear to Reiss you didn’t care what I did. If that’s the way you really feel, then what does it matter who I hang out with, or who I sleep with?”
“God damnit, Lincoln. I was upset over Jackson’s hat on your head. Imagine if he were to touch you! I’d lose my fucking mind.”
“You don’t want to be with me but no one else can have me, is that it?”
I think about those words, really think about them. She’s right. I can’t expect her to wait around for me while I muster up the courage to wreck my friendship with Reiss. It’s not fair to her. I can’t do that.
“You’re right, Linc. I’m sorry, okay. I care about you. More than you could ever imagine. I’m in a tough spot here, Reiss and I have been friends for a long ass time. I feel like when I’m with you I’m the absolute best version of myself. I have been a part of your life for a long time, and I want to continue to be here for you.”
She blinks at me, tearfully silent. “Just not the way I need you to.”
“It’s not because I don’t want to,” I shake my head. “You have to believe that.”
Her expression turns to pleading, “Colson, we can figure this out together. We can’t just bury this.”
I hate the way she says it, like it’s final. Like she thinks I want to bury the idea of us. It’s the last thing I want, but it’s the only option here. The only option where I get to keep my best friend and Lincoln in my life at some capacity.
“It’s not goodbye, Lincoln. Please don’t look at me like that.”
I hate the way tears fall from her beautiful dark eyes, “It feels like it.”
Unable to stop myself, I pull her into my chest.
I kiss her. I basically melt into her, into us. It completely muddles everything I just said and although those things are still there, hanging over us, this feels right. Knowing how she feels about us, that she loves me, makes this moment feel right even though I know it isn’t.
Every touch is made with unspoken promises. It’s almost as if I’m saying goodbye for now, but not forever.
The night at the lakehouse is forever burned into my mind, but this is different. Every breath and look holds a purpose that I can’t quite put my finger on.
It’s hot and heavy but this isn’t about just fucking Lincoln. It’s about loving her.
In one fell swoop, I pull my shirt over her head exposing her naked body before me. She doesn’t waste any time undressing me and when we tumble to thecouch, we take a moment to stare at each other. Like we’re silently admiring the other.
Her small body looks soft against my larger, muscular one and my breath hitches when she rubs her clit against my cock.
“Jesus, Linc. I need a condom. I don’t have one in here.”
She holds her tiny finger to my lips and pushes down on my lap until I’m buried all the way inside her, “Shhh…”
When she rolls her hips against me, I feel every single ounce of self control leave my body. I’ve never been inside anyone bare like this.
