"Of course, I am. My mom raised me right, treat a lady like a lady." Lincoln replied, not bothering with an oven glove as he moved the hot plate round. Dishing up two portions of lasagne, he added the garlic bread and tossed the salad before humming on a choice of drinks. Beer was traditional for them but wine went with pasta, right? "Plus, it helps that I like sleeping with you. You never complain about my snoring."

Or him waking half-hard or even erect and pressing against her. He had on one notable occasion, accidentally cupped her breasts while they slept but he was pretty sure she didn't know about that. And he wasn't going to tell her, he hadn't been able to look her in the eyes for days.

"Wine?" Lincoln asked, stretching up to get them glasses before placing a limonata drink down as well just in case she wanted something non-alcoholic. Lincoln gestured to his shirt in Lee's hand as he turned and saw her staring at him. "You can change into that if you want. We're going to bed after this for more snuggling, right so... it's not like I'm going to need it back."