Page 30 of Missing Linc
“So you don’t regret it?” he asks with a smirk, but I can tell there’s worry behind his eyes.
“Hell no,” I tell him and kiss him again.
I love kissing him. I love touching him. And after tonight, I love fucking him.
* * *
I ask him to stay, of course. So when I wake up the next morning and he’s still fast asleep, I lie next to him and watch him.
He looks so calm, so at peace. His eyelashes make his shut eyes look so sweet, and his lips are so plump I have to fight the urge to kiss them.
I don’t want to wake him up, so I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. I don’t know what he eats and what he doesn’t, but thankfully, my fridge and cupboards are fully stocked, so I’m happy to give him the royal treatment and make a bit of everything.
I make my boiled eggs and add some extra for him. If he doesn’t eat them, I can always get to them tomorrow. I grill some bacon. Toast some bread. Cut some avocados.
Before I get the chance to put anything together, he walks into my kitchen with sleep in his eyes.
He’s also naked except for the boxers he’s slipped on. Which are not his but mine.
Fuck, he looks hot in my underwear.
And as if to confirm it, my dick starts to grow in my pants.
“Morning,” I say and pull my attention from him to the oven before I decide to take him in my arms and let the food burn while I claim him.
“Did I oversleep?” he asks and battles a yawn.
“No. I just woke up early,” I reply.
“Agh, don’t tell me you’re an early bird like my sister,” he groans.
“Sorry.”
“It’s fine. As long as you don’t drag me out of bed for exercise.”
I look at the ceiling and bite my lip.
“Oh God. Are you an exercise junkie, too?”
“Have I not shown you my spare room?” I laugh.
He shakes his head.
“I mean, we weren’t really in the mind for a tour last night.” He shrugs.
I grab him by the hand and quickly run us over to my home gym. When he sees it, he huffs.
“Please don’t leave me.” I chuckle.
“As long as you don’t drag me into a morning exercise before I’ve had my coffee, we’re good.”
“Oh crap. I forgot. I’ll get right on that,” I tell him and rush to the kitchen to the soundtrack of his laughter.
When he joins me again, I ask him about his food preferences and thankfully, he has no hold-ups or allergies, so I assemble our bacon and avocado sandwiches with goats cheese and maple syrup with a side serving of agallonof coffee, and we enjoy each other’s company.
Being with him… he makes me feel young again. Like I’m in college again, like I’m a kid again who’s feeling the excitement, the rush, of a new crush.
I haven’t felt like that… I want to say since Makayla and I started dating, but looking back at it now, years later and in the thrilling company of Cam, I don’t know if I ever felt like that with her.
