Page 23 of Missing Linc
I just need… release.
I need to get this night out of my head. This night, the past few weeks, hell, the past seven years out of my mind.
Yeah, it seems Makayla has done me more harm than good. And I have no idea how I didn’t see it for so long. Why I ever put up with it. Why I allowed myself to be unhappy and how I had fooled myself into thinking that I actually was.
I drive off hopelessly, no destination, no rhyme or reason.
But when I look up ahead of me a few minutes later, I realize I’ve come to the one place I didn’t even know existed around my neighborhood.
PizzaSmiths.
What the fuck am I doing here? Why am I not driving away? What do I want?
Cam walks out of the building with a wad of cash in hand and his cap on backwards, and I get my answer.
But it’s not an answer I like.
Am I?
Am I bi? Or am I gay? What is going on with me?
I get out of my car just as Cam walks to his car—the yellow Yaris that is so him—and I reach for his door just as he’s about to close it.
“Linc,” he screeches. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me.”
“Sorry,” I apologize, and Cam opens the door wider, standing up straight.
“Wha-what are you doing here?”
I want to tell him how I’ve been feeling, the kind of emotions he brings up in me, but I don’t know how, or where, to even start.
So I do the next best thing.
I grab him by the back of his neck and pull his mouth into my lips.
I take a taste of them again, a swipe of the tongue, a suckling of his bottom lip. I inhale his breath before giving it back to him.
And then I pull away, and it feels like a crime.
Cam’s lips stay parted, and his body stills against mine. I just stare into his brown eyes and wait for a reaction, a response, anything, when all I want is to try that again.
Surely, I’m wrong.
Surely, I’m mistaken.
I didn’t just like this.
“Linc, what-why-what are you doing?” he finally says and brings me out of my stupor.
Only to realize that I’ve made a mistake. A mistake I’m happy to repeat.
“Shut up one second and let me try something,” I tell him and kiss him. Again.
I may have just opened the floodgates to hell, but I no longer care.
CHAPTER6
Camden
