Page 26 of Missing Linc
“Okay.”
He pushes off me and my whole damn body feels cold and alone. Fuck. This isn’t good. This isnotwhat you want from a hookup.
Because that’s what this is. Right?
My groin feels the flutter of horniness, and I know all I want to do is come over and over and over again whether this is a hookup or not. Whether this is a rebound for him or not. An experiment, or just an insane moment.
But that same need makes me realize that I need to make sure he knows what he’s dealing with. Before we go all the way to his home and he freaks out on me, leaving me stranded God knows where.
“You-you do know I’m trans, right?”
He nods. “I didn’t want to assume, but your comment that first day…”
“Guts and heart. Yeah. I guess I wasn’t subtle, was I?”
He shakes his head with a laugh.
“So… that doesn’t bother you?”
He puts his hand around the small of my back and pulls me into him with a hard, forceful, and damn me, so sexy, pull.
“Not the least of my worries. To be honest… this is all new to me. Everything. So it’s not like I know what to expect,” he says.
Gosh, I can’t help the relief whooshing out of me. It’s not like I ever hook up with anyone who doesn’t know who I am, but on occasion somehavefreaked out on me. Not many, but enough to have learned my lesson.
“You might have to tell me what to do. A lot,” he adds.
I grin. I can’t help it. That, I can do.
“And here I thought you were the teacher.”
The laugh that rolls out of him is beautiful, and I want to savor it as long as possible.
“Let’s get out of here,” I say and pull him by the hand.
Linc points me to his car, and he drives us to his house.
It’s actually not far from ‘Smiths. A few blocks. I can definitely walk back to my car if need be.
When I walk into his apartment, I’m surprised by his cleanliness. As if he knew he was bringing company.
For an allegedly straight guy, it definitely looks polished. His floor is white and shiny. There are no dishes in the sink, and all surfaces are clear of paperwork and junk.
Is there anything hotter than a clean guy?
Probably. But right now, he’s it.
“Do you want a drink?” he asks.
I furrow my eyes and smirk. “What are you offering?”
He laughs.
“I meant some water, or a soda?”
“Oh my, you’re spoiling me already, Mr. Young.”
He shrugs. “I don’t like mixing pleasure with booze. It can get tricky.”
