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Authors: Michelle Turner
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have to get my head straight.
“Umm…I’m going to get our food from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.” I step away from her seat to put some distance between her and my inappropriate thoughts.
“Let me help.” She moves to get back up.
I hold up my hand and practically shout. “No!”
She stares at me, shocked by my outburst.
“I mean, you just relax. I’m at your beck and call tonight, so let me serve you.” I try to smooth over my mistake.
She eyes me cautiously, but nods in agreement. I move to the kitchen and as soon as I’m out of sight, I grab on to the edge of the counter and take a deep breath to clear my head.
“Come on, Linc. You need to keep your cool.” Easy enough, if my teenage hormones would stop going into overdrive at the sight and smell of my dream girl. If I keep this up, I’ll end up humping her perfectly, tanned leg like a horny, little lap dog before we can make it through the salad.
Chapter 10 – Wyn
~Make You Feel My Love~
As soon as Linc is out of sight, I get up and move over to the wall of windows that make up the back half of the house. I’m looking at the view, but I can’t stop myself from seeing an absurdly large diamond ring that’s hiding in my purse. I planned on telling him about the engagement tonight, but I can’t make myself ruin the evening he’s taken so much time to plan for us. I’ll wait till we’re back at school. Only a few more days of keeping this a secret and I’ll come clean.
Goodness!
What am I going to do? I don’t love Shay and I know I never will, just like I know I’m falling head over heels in love with Linc. How can I not fall for him though? He’s been nothing but sweet and understanding with me since the moment the counselor pushed us together. Most boys take one look at my over protective brothers and lose interest instantly, but not him. I think he’d fight them all if they tried to take me away.
Oh, heck!
They are going to take me away. Well, Shay’s going to take me away, in five very short months. I know it isn’t fair to put Linc through this, even if I’ve been up front with him about everything. But right now, I can’t stop myself from being selfish. I want to spend every moment I can with him until I’m forced to walk down that aisle. I know it’s not enough time to satisfy my need for Linc, but forever wouldn’t be enough either. So I have to settle for what I have.
I’m going to need these memories to get me through a lifetime of being married to a man I don’t love.
The kitchen door opening pulls me out of my tormented thoughts and I spin around in time to watch Linc cross the room carrying two plates of salad. He went all out tonight, replacing his usual faded jeans with a pair of black dress pants, his normal white t-shirt is now covered by a light blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usual pair of black boots finish the look, but I can tell they’ve been freshly scrubbed. Watching the way he moves, so sure and steady, knowing strength hides beneath those proper clothes, makes me wish I could slowly strip the clothes from his body and trace my fingers over each muscle until I have every inch of him memorized.
I look away to hide the heat that takes over my cheeks at my thoughts. When did I become such a hussy? I’m going against everything I’ve ever been taught. A good gypsy girl should never hold hands, kiss, or be alone with a boy. And she definitely shouldn’t be having the dirty thoughts I’m having about Linc right now. I’m a freaking hussy! A dirty freaking hussy!
I sneak a look back at Linc. He’s standing by the table, watching me as he pours the sparkling apple cider into our champagne glasses. I see the love he has for me clearly etched on his face. We haven’t said those words, but I know he does as surely as I know I love him.
He’s worth the tarnish to my good girl reputation.
I walk directly to him, take the bottle out of his hands and
“Umm…I’m going to get our food from the kitchen. I’ll be right back.” I step away from her seat to put some distance between her and my inappropriate thoughts.
“Let me help.” She moves to get back up.
I hold up my hand and practically shout. “No!”
She stares at me, shocked by my outburst.
“I mean, you just relax. I’m at your beck and call tonight, so let me serve you.” I try to smooth over my mistake.
She eyes me cautiously, but nods in agreement. I move to the kitchen and as soon as I’m out of sight, I grab on to the edge of the counter and take a deep breath to clear my head.
“Come on, Linc. You need to keep your cool.” Easy enough, if my teenage hormones would stop going into overdrive at the sight and smell of my dream girl. If I keep this up, I’ll end up humping her perfectly, tanned leg like a horny, little lap dog before we can make it through the salad.
Chapter 10 – Wyn
~Make You Feel My Love~
As soon as Linc is out of sight, I get up and move over to the wall of windows that make up the back half of the house. I’m looking at the view, but I can’t stop myself from seeing an absurdly large diamond ring that’s hiding in my purse. I planned on telling him about the engagement tonight, but I can’t make myself ruin the evening he’s taken so much time to plan for us. I’ll wait till we’re back at school. Only a few more days of keeping this a secret and I’ll come clean.
Goodness!
What am I going to do? I don’t love Shay and I know I never will, just like I know I’m falling head over heels in love with Linc. How can I not fall for him though? He’s been nothing but sweet and understanding with me since the moment the counselor pushed us together. Most boys take one look at my over protective brothers and lose interest instantly, but not him. I think he’d fight them all if they tried to take me away.
Oh, heck!
They are going to take me away. Well, Shay’s going to take me away, in five very short months. I know it isn’t fair to put Linc through this, even if I’ve been up front with him about everything. But right now, I can’t stop myself from being selfish. I want to spend every moment I can with him until I’m forced to walk down that aisle. I know it’s not enough time to satisfy my need for Linc, but forever wouldn’t be enough either. So I have to settle for what I have.
I’m going to need these memories to get me through a lifetime of being married to a man I don’t love.
The kitchen door opening pulls me out of my tormented thoughts and I spin around in time to watch Linc cross the room carrying two plates of salad. He went all out tonight, replacing his usual faded jeans with a pair of black dress pants, his normal white t-shirt is now covered by a light blue button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his usual pair of black boots finish the look, but I can tell they’ve been freshly scrubbed. Watching the way he moves, so sure and steady, knowing strength hides beneath those proper clothes, makes me wish I could slowly strip the clothes from his body and trace my fingers over each muscle until I have every inch of him memorized.
I look away to hide the heat that takes over my cheeks at my thoughts. When did I become such a hussy? I’m going against everything I’ve ever been taught. A good gypsy girl should never hold hands, kiss, or be alone with a boy. And she definitely shouldn’t be having the dirty thoughts I’m having about Linc right now. I’m a freaking hussy! A dirty freaking hussy!
I sneak a look back at Linc. He’s standing by the table, watching me as he pours the sparkling apple cider into our champagne glasses. I see the love he has for me clearly etched on his face. We haven’t said those words, but I know he does as surely as I know I love him.
He’s worth the tarnish to my good girl reputation.
I walk directly to him, take the bottle out of his hands and
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