Page 18 of Missing Linc
While my initial embarrassment at kissing Linc has faded, what hasn’t is how thirsty I am for his lips.
It’s ridiculous actually.
But I can’t get the taste of them out of my mind. And I know—I know—one of these days I’ll do yet another stupid thing and end up in more trouble than before.
The man is a walking forbidden fruit, and I can’t shake him off. Which I guess makes sense since I have to see him every day, Saturday to Wednesday, every week until the premiere.
“It’s fine,” I say with a groan.
I hope she thinks it’s because of the intense workout.
“How’s your boyfriend?” she asks.
I guess not.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I say.
“But you want him to be, so same difference.”
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, sis. The guy is straight. Even if he wasn’t, he just got out of a long term relationship. Even if he hadn’t, he’s my director. And even if he wasn’t, he’s a teacher at my college,” I sigh.
Yes, I’m hopeless, aren’t I? Well, nothing new there.
“Wow. You thought about this a lot, huh?” She chuckles.
“A lot,” I confirm.
Because it’s the truth.
And what’s worse, he thinks we’re friends. Because that’s exactly what I need in my life. Being friendzoned by a straight dude. Cliché much?
“Have you thought, I don’t know—it might sound crazy—of going after him?” she says, and we move to a downward dog before our exercise picks up again.
“What part of my previous statement did you not get? Straight, director, teacher, broken up,” I repeat. More for my benefit than hers. Because it’s me who needs constant reminding.
“Oh, come on. Who gives a shit? Maybe there’s something there.”
“There isn’t.”
“Maybe there is.”
“Autumn… and I say this with all my love… shut up and fuck off please.”
As expected, my sister laughs. I was only half-kidding, by the way.
She does need to shut up.
I donotneed any encouragement. I donotneed any prompting to keep lusting after what I can’t have.
“Well, Cam-hon, if you can’t have him, it’s time we had ‘the talk.’”
I sit on the mat and look at her.
“What talk?”
She mimics me and we cross our legs, ignoring the guy on the TV trying to get us to sweat all our dinner off.
“When a boy likes a boy he can’t have, there are ways to…” She waves her hands as if urging herself to keep going. “Release that pent up energy. It’s called hooking up.”
