Lincoln’s POV
The following few days, I see random cars, a woman with a pram and a couple of joggers passing the end of my drive. Each one inconspicuous to the outside, but to me, even if I can’t see their faces, I can see the training engraved into every movement. Every pass of my house is random, nothing is patterned, never the same person twice, and I hate to admit it, but I do feel like Abbey and Robyn are a touch safer now than they were.
Despite her running from my bed, Abbey has ended up back beside me each night since, sliding into my sheets where I do every single thing I’ve dreamed about over the last few months to her body, before she slips out again as I sleep leaving me to wake up alone. Through out the day, she acts as though nothing is going on, that we’re no more than fri
