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“You don’t seem very happy today.”
“I’m tired,” I said, sinking deeper into the couch. “I want to call it an early night.”
“It’s almost 3. We should leave now so you can work and get to bed. No sex tonight,” Lincoln said, smiling faintly.
“Who said I didn’t want sex? I just don’t want it all night,” I replied, playfully nudging him.
“Why don’t we just cuddle? We’ve been burning the candle at both ends,” he suggested.
“The holidays are coming up, and people seem to want to shop for real estate at this time of year,” I said, exasperated.
“Tis the season,” Lincoln said, his grin widening.
“To make commissions?” I teased.
“Let’s get moving,” he said, rising from the couch.
Lincoln quickly packed a bag, grabbing what few items he had at my place. I hadn’t been as open about sharing my dresser and closet, but we’d managed to find a compromise. His few belongings were scrunched into a drawer with some of my t-shirts. I planned to address that soon.
The wind had picked up since we’d come inside earlier, nearly blowing me over when we stepped out again. I detested the colder months; working with clients while dodging dirty mounds of ice and snow wasn’t my favorite. I much preferred the sun-kissed days of summer.
Lincoln steadied me as his doorman hailed a cab. We clambered inside, the snow flurries slapping against the windshield.
“Just in time,” he commented.
“I hate winter, and it’s not even winter yet,” I said, shivering slightly.
“We could take a vacation,” Lincoln suggested, “How about Miami?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Miami is Foster’s town. I don’t want to encounter him.”
“Palm Springs?” Lincoln offered instead.
“Mmm, the desert sounds lovely this time of year,” I said, warming to the idea.
“We could take a Christmas trip,” he proposed.
“Your mother invited us for the holiday,” I reminded him. “I want to be surrounded by family. After my parents divorced, the holidays were quiet. I spent a lot of time at Morgan’s house. Even though her parents are older, they always made the holidays fun. Her mother makes a delicious, spiked apple cider.”
“How about we go for the New Year?” Lincoln suggested. “We could ring it in wearing shorts and t-shirts.”
“That sounds like fun,” I agreed. “We can talk about it when we get to my place.”
“Good,” Lincoln said, leaning closer. “Because I wanted to do something else.”
He pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine, his kiss becoming more urgent as he pushed his hot tongue into my mouth. I stifled a moan, feeling my body heat up. I fumbled with my leather gloves, trying to touch the scruff on his face, but it was difficult. I lost track of time as we continued to kiss, feeling ready and wet from our union.
“Excuse me?” The driver’s voice broke through.
We pulled apart, and I realized we were parked in front of my building. My face flushed with embarrassment as Lincoln fished out some money from the inner pocket of his navy blue down coat and handed it to the driver.
After we got settled, I cleaned out a drawer in my dresser and some space in my overstuffed closet.
He smiled widely. “Are you sure?”
“It’s time,” I said, standing in the middle of the room, arms crossed. “You’ve been gracious enough to give me space at your apartment.”
Lincoln raised an eyebrow, pulling a black strapless dress from the rack. “My closet is three times the size of yours and I don’t have as many clothes.”
