me, I’d let him.
I put my clothes on from the night before and borrow, as much as someone can borrow, mouthwash. He showered quickly and tossed on some clothes, claiming he had to go to the shop. He looked just as good in jeans and t-shirt and he did out of them.
He held my hand as we made our way through the house. I already picked up on the fact that Lincoln was a touchy kind of guy. Jonas and Guy were sprawled out in the living room, yelling at the Xbox.
“Oh it’s Lovely,” Jonas hollered when he saw me, overly excited.
“Did you have a lovely time last night?” Guy asked, dropping his remote and turning to face us when the insurgents on the screen killed him.
“Immensely so, much better then I’m sure you had with your hand, ” I shot back and then smirk. I prayed that some hot blond didn’t come strolling out of his bedroom. I was starting to relax around these guys. If I didn’t start to tease them back I was never going to hear the end of this lovely crap.
“ Ohhhh,” all the guys called out, even Guy, and started laughing. I figure if I was going to be around I needed to show them I could hold my own. The lovely teasing wasn’t really bothering me anymore but I refused to take it if I was not going to dish it out.
“ Ohh poor Guy, didn’t have a lovely night,” Lincoln teased as he started to pull me again towards the door.
“Well, Pru, if you’ re volunteering your services? I’m told I am quite lovely,” Guy flirted as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Lincoln stopped walking and froze. I nearly ran into his back it’s so sudden. “Too far Guy.” His voice was low, and even. Cold. His playful smirk was gone and it’s been replaced by a scowl that was downright scary.
Guy threw up his hands in defeat and turned back to the TV slowly slinking down on the couch.
I gave Lincoln a curious glance but he wouldn’t even look at me as he started pulling me towards the door again. Once we were outside he pinned me up against the house and devoured my mouth until he suddenly broke away dragging me to the car without saying a word. He opened my door and I slid in still a little dazed.
Chapter 7
Lincoln
I pulled into the open spot in front of Flowers by Dora , the florist on Vernon Street in Roseville, my mother’s shop. Vernon Street was the main street in old town Roseville. It had that historic kind of feel to it. Mom’s shop was light and airy. She loved it.
I headed into the old building with a large window that had the store nam e in big curly cursive with swirls and flowers etched into the glass. The shop hadn’t changed in all the years she owned it: ancient hardwood floors, glass refrigerated enclosures to the right, display of accessories on the left, and a counter half way through the room with a work space in the back.
The little bell chimed as I pushed the door and step ped into my mother’s cool flower shop. Flowers instantly assaulted my senses. There were flowers of all colors in every direction. The smell was strong but natural. It smelled like home, like my mother. I spent a lot of my childhood here with her surrounded by all the flowers.
“I’ll be with you in just a second,” my mother hollered from the back room not realizing it was me.
I didn’t wait in the fron t area for my mom to come out. I walked around the counter to the door to the left, which was already partly open, and tiptoed back.
“Boo,” I exclaimed when I was directly behind her and she jumped a mile. She turned around to playfully glare at me while she laughed with her hand covering her heart.
“Lincoln, I swear,” she snapped as she chuckled . I joined her as I pulled her into a big hug. She hugged me back. My mother was an average size woman who had aged pretty well, with short, golden blonde hair and gray eyes like mine. She hadn’t always had an easy life but she always managed to smile.
“Hi
I put my clothes on from the night before and borrow, as much as someone can borrow, mouthwash. He showered quickly and tossed on some clothes, claiming he had to go to the shop. He looked just as good in jeans and t-shirt and he did out of them.
He held my hand as we made our way through the house. I already picked up on the fact that Lincoln was a touchy kind of guy. Jonas and Guy were sprawled out in the living room, yelling at the Xbox.
“Oh it’s Lovely,” Jonas hollered when he saw me, overly excited.
“Did you have a lovely time last night?” Guy asked, dropping his remote and turning to face us when the insurgents on the screen killed him.
“Immensely so, much better then I’m sure you had with your hand, ” I shot back and then smirk. I prayed that some hot blond didn’t come strolling out of his bedroom. I was starting to relax around these guys. If I didn’t start to tease them back I was never going to hear the end of this lovely crap.
“ Ohhhh,” all the guys called out, even Guy, and started laughing. I figure if I was going to be around I needed to show them I could hold my own. The lovely teasing wasn’t really bothering me anymore but I refused to take it if I was not going to dish it out.
“ Ohh poor Guy, didn’t have a lovely night,” Lincoln teased as he started to pull me again towards the door.
“Well, Pru, if you’ re volunteering your services? I’m told I am quite lovely,” Guy flirted as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Lincoln stopped walking and froze. I nearly ran into his back it’s so sudden. “Too far Guy.” His voice was low, and even. Cold. His playful smirk was gone and it’s been replaced by a scowl that was downright scary.
Guy threw up his hands in defeat and turned back to the TV slowly slinking down on the couch.
I gave Lincoln a curious glance but he wouldn’t even look at me as he started pulling me towards the door again. Once we were outside he pinned me up against the house and devoured my mouth until he suddenly broke away dragging me to the car without saying a word. He opened my door and I slid in still a little dazed.
Chapter 7
Lincoln
I pulled into the open spot in front of Flowers by Dora , the florist on Vernon Street in Roseville, my mother’s shop. Vernon Street was the main street in old town Roseville. It had that historic kind of feel to it. Mom’s shop was light and airy. She loved it.
I headed into the old building with a large window that had the store nam e in big curly cursive with swirls and flowers etched into the glass. The shop hadn’t changed in all the years she owned it: ancient hardwood floors, glass refrigerated enclosures to the right, display of accessories on the left, and a counter half way through the room with a work space in the back.
The little bell chimed as I pushed the door and step ped into my mother’s cool flower shop. Flowers instantly assaulted my senses. There were flowers of all colors in every direction. The smell was strong but natural. It smelled like home, like my mother. I spent a lot of my childhood here with her surrounded by all the flowers.
“I’ll be with you in just a second,” my mother hollered from the back room not realizing it was me.
I didn’t wait in the fron t area for my mom to come out. I walked around the counter to the door to the left, which was already partly open, and tiptoed back.
“Boo,” I exclaimed when I was directly behind her and she jumped a mile. She turned around to playfully glare at me while she laughed with her hand covering her heart.
“Lincoln, I swear,” she snapped as she chuckled . I joined her as I pulled her into a big hug. She hugged me back. My mother was an average size woman who had aged pretty well, with short, golden blonde hair and gray eyes like mine. She hadn’t always had an easy life but she always managed to smile.
“Hi
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