*****************************************Willow********************************************
Lincoln had woken me, telling me he had to leave. The sun was not even up yet; after kissing me last night, He didnt sleep in the bed with me. He shoved himself into the armchair that had been over by the window, dragging it over next to the bed,
Running a finger over my lip as I lay here, letting my mind drift back to that kiss, A shiver ran down my spine. I could still feel his lips against mine, How his hand slid up, gripping the back of my neck as his other rested on my hip. He was gentle. It wasnt forced or hard. His touch was soft. It made me stay calm myself. I had been so nervous before he came in, and then building up the nerve to ask him was hard enough for me, But I do not regret it. I
