Abbey’s POV
Waking up in Lincoln’s bed had been nice, too nice in fact. I’d spent a few minutes just watching him sleep, one arm thrown over his chest, the other above his head, the covers pooled around his navel leaving all those deliciously hard abs on display.
As he shifted in his sleep, rolling onto his side, his hand moving toward me as though to pull me to him, I forced myself from the bed, pulling the covers over him and padded silently from his room.
Walking down the hallway, the soreness between my legs from long forgotten muscles, brings back stark images of every delicious thing that the Navy Seal did to me last night and this morning.
I take a detour into the bathroom, using the facilities before washing my hands. As the water runs over my skin, I glance up, grimacing at th
