“Lincoln must really enjoy this part of the friendship,” I remarked. He threw back his head and laughed, and now I’m the one who seems starstruck, because the sound of it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. “Oh, no doubt, it’s the best part for him, for sure.” We hovered there, him leaning over me, big, silly grins on both of our faces. And I suddenly couldn’t remember any of the reasons I was upset today.
