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I step back and start to take off but just before I get to the edge of the water I hear Colson calling my name.
“Lincoln, wait up!”
I keep stomping, aggravated with myself. Why the fuck did I think I was special? I’m notspecialto him.
“Linc, what’s wrong?” He asks, tugging me back by my arm. I turn, tears threatening to escape. “Lincoln, stop. What is wrong?”
He asks me again, and I just stare at him. What do I say? That I’m jealous? That the thought of him talking to another girl makes me want to burn the lake house to the ground?
I can’t say that shit. Not without sounding like a crazy obsessed eighteen year old baby.
“Tell me what happened,” he rasps, out of breath from chasing me down the hill. “Did someone upset you?”
I shake my head, “Just go back and talk to that girl, Colson. We both know that’s what is best.”
His face turns to stone, his lips tightening in a fine line. “I don’t want her, Lincoln. If I did I’d be upstairs fucking her. We were just talking.”
I don’t respond, knowing that I sound like a crazy obsessed teenager. He takes the hint and turns my face toward him with his thumb and forefinger, “Are you jealous, baby Bane?”
I cross my arms, and push my hip out with attitude. “No.”
A wicked grin takes over as he pulls me closer to him, his hand placed firmly against the small of my back.
“I get jealous, too.”
His words are raspy and honestly, they turn me on.
He gets jealous too.
I don’t know why those four words make me feel giddy inside,but they do. They solidify that maybe I’m not crazy for fantasizing about chopping that girl’s ponytail off for speaking to Colson, if he’s thinking the same thing.
His fingers trail a soft line down my jaw and collarbone. The simplicity of it is so intimate and sweet, and it’s not something I’m used to seeing in Colson. He’s been so different with me the past couple weeks, it’s strange.
“Lincoln, I don’t want anyone here but you.”
I bop him on the nose and smile, “You don’t have to feed me a bunch of bullshit just because it’s my birthday.”
“It’s your birthday?” He teases.
I shove him hard against his shoulder and laugh. “I’m a legal adult.” I brag. “I can…”
I stop, trying to come up with a list of things I can do now that I couldn’t before. I’m having trouble.
“You can play the lottery,” he chirps. “Or get a credit card.”
I nod, “Yep. I could even get called for jury duty.”
He side eyes me suspiciously, “Why do you sound so excited for jury duty?”
I chuckle, “I’m not, I’m just saying the possibilities are endless.”
His smile is perfect and so damn intoxicating, “For you they are. You can do anything, Lincoln.”
I swoon over his words, I’m not used to seeing this side of Colson. Hell, before the past couple weeks I thought he looked at me as Reiss’ annoying little sister.
“Except race,” I snap, remembering what he said to me. “Because I don’t belong out there.”
His eyes turn from their normal shade of slate grey to dark. “Don’t get it twisted, Lincoln. You are one hundred percent capable of beating any of those fuckers out there.”
