didn’t want him to see my
emotions right now. He sighed. “I have a game tomorrow night in
Denver. Can I see you when I get back?” He reached out and clasped
my hand. I looked up and gave him a small smile.
“What do you want to do?” I asked, tilting my
head.
“Are you busy this weekend?”
I shrugged. “I have dinner plans Sunday
evening, but I’m free otherwise.”
“Hmm… can I call you Saturday morning?” He
sounded so hopeful.
I bit my lip and nodded. Lincoln smiled
brightly and we exchanged numbers and for the first time in a long
time I felt hopeful. “Thank you, Jillian. Thank you for this
morning. And thank your sister and Tabby for me for the
waffles.”
“I will.” I didn’t know what else to say.
Lincoln was staring at me attentively, and as I met his gaze I
realized I wanted him to kiss me again. I inhaled deeply, and
Lincoln leaned slightly toward me. I closed my eyes and tried to
compose myself. I didn’t want to lead him on. We could only be
friends.
“Good-bye, Lincoln. Good luck at your game.”
I felt his fingertips on my cheek again and I opened my eyes and
looked up at him.
“Not good-bye, Jillian. I’ll see you later,”
he said tenderly. I nodded and got out of the vehicle. I knew he
was watching me walk into the house but I didn’t want to look
back.
I walked into the house and was immediately
bombarded with questions from Rebecca. But before I could escape
her, my phone chimed. It was Lincoln, thanking me for a nice
morning.
I peeked out the front window and saw he was
still sitting in his vehicle in front of our house. I smirked to
myself.
“ Who is this?” I typed in reply.
“ It’s Lincoln. Please let this be
Jillian.” he texted back.
“ Sorry, dude. Name’s Harry. Think U got
fake numbered, man. lol” I sent the joke and giggled, imagining
Lincoln’s reaction. I couldn’t help but tease him, but the longer
it took for him to reply back the less funny my text seemed. I ran
to the front door and opened it only to find Lincoln standing on my
steps holding his phone out.
“Jillian. I thought—I thought we had a good
morning. I—ahem—I just wanted to tell you I won’t bother you
again,” he said in sad voice with a touch of anger. He turned to
leave.
“Lincoln, wait!” I called after him. “Look!”
I held my phone out to him. “It was a joke. I was—I was trying to
be funny.”
Lincoln looked down at my phone with
confusion. He took it and ran his thumb down the screen and I saw
relief in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Lincoln.”
Lincoln looked back at me and took a deep
breath and gave me a small smile. I felt terrible that I had made
him worry and doubt himself. I didn’t know what else to do, so I
threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. “I’m sorry,” I
said again. “I guess it wasn’t funny.”
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me
tightly, and I could feel him inhale deeply against my hair. “Well,
if you promise to hug me like this every time, feel free to do it
again,” Lincoln said with a laugh, not letting go of me. I laughed
nervously and stepped away from Lincoln. He laughed again and
caressed my cheek with his hand. “See ya later, Jillian,” Lincoln
said with a smile. I smiled back, shook my head, and went
inside.
“ Brat.” My phone chirped as I saw the
text from Lincoln.
“ No more hugs for you.” I replied with
a smile.
“ Now you really are a brat.”
“ Go away. I want to eat my waffle.” I
typed, wanting anything except for him to go away. I tried to hide
the excitement on my face.
“ Fine. Eat. Text u later?” Lincoln
replied. I sent a smiley face in return and went into the kitchen
preparing for Rebecca’s inquisition.
“All right—tell me everything!” she
demanded.
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “But I demand a
waffle.” My sister nodded and started preparing food as I told her
about my morning.
Chapter Six
I spent the rest of New Year’s Day at home
with
emotions right now. He sighed. “I have a game tomorrow night in
Denver. Can I see you when I get back?” He reached out and clasped
my hand. I looked up and gave him a small smile.
“What do you want to do?” I asked, tilting my
head.
“Are you busy this weekend?”
I shrugged. “I have dinner plans Sunday
evening, but I’m free otherwise.”
“Hmm… can I call you Saturday morning?” He
sounded so hopeful.
I bit my lip and nodded. Lincoln smiled
brightly and we exchanged numbers and for the first time in a long
time I felt hopeful. “Thank you, Jillian. Thank you for this
morning. And thank your sister and Tabby for me for the
waffles.”
“I will.” I didn’t know what else to say.
Lincoln was staring at me attentively, and as I met his gaze I
realized I wanted him to kiss me again. I inhaled deeply, and
Lincoln leaned slightly toward me. I closed my eyes and tried to
compose myself. I didn’t want to lead him on. We could only be
friends.
“Good-bye, Lincoln. Good luck at your game.”
I felt his fingertips on my cheek again and I opened my eyes and
looked up at him.
“Not good-bye, Jillian. I’ll see you later,”
he said tenderly. I nodded and got out of the vehicle. I knew he
was watching me walk into the house but I didn’t want to look
back.
I walked into the house and was immediately
bombarded with questions from Rebecca. But before I could escape
her, my phone chimed. It was Lincoln, thanking me for a nice
morning.
I peeked out the front window and saw he was
still sitting in his vehicle in front of our house. I smirked to
myself.
“ Who is this?” I typed in reply.
“ It’s Lincoln. Please let this be
Jillian.” he texted back.
“ Sorry, dude. Name’s Harry. Think U got
fake numbered, man. lol” I sent the joke and giggled, imagining
Lincoln’s reaction. I couldn’t help but tease him, but the longer
it took for him to reply back the less funny my text seemed. I ran
to the front door and opened it only to find Lincoln standing on my
steps holding his phone out.
“Jillian. I thought—I thought we had a good
morning. I—ahem—I just wanted to tell you I won’t bother you
again,” he said in sad voice with a touch of anger. He turned to
leave.
“Lincoln, wait!” I called after him. “Look!”
I held my phone out to him. “It was a joke. I was—I was trying to
be funny.”
Lincoln looked down at my phone with
confusion. He took it and ran his thumb down the screen and I saw
relief in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, Lincoln.”
Lincoln looked back at me and took a deep
breath and gave me a small smile. I felt terrible that I had made
him worry and doubt himself. I didn’t know what else to do, so I
threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. “I’m sorry,” I
said again. “I guess it wasn’t funny.”
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me
tightly, and I could feel him inhale deeply against my hair. “Well,
if you promise to hug me like this every time, feel free to do it
again,” Lincoln said with a laugh, not letting go of me. I laughed
nervously and stepped away from Lincoln. He laughed again and
caressed my cheek with his hand. “See ya later, Jillian,” Lincoln
said with a smile. I smiled back, shook my head, and went
inside.
“ Brat.” My phone chirped as I saw the
text from Lincoln.
“ No more hugs for you.” I replied with
a smile.
“ Now you really are a brat.”
“ Go away. I want to eat my waffle.” I
typed, wanting anything except for him to go away. I tried to hide
the excitement on my face.
“ Fine. Eat. Text u later?” Lincoln
replied. I sent a smiley face in return and went into the kitchen
preparing for Rebecca’s inquisition.
“All right—tell me everything!” she
demanded.
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “But I demand a
waffle.” My sister nodded and started preparing food as I told her
about my morning.
Chapter Six
I spent the rest of New Year’s Day at home
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