"Mmm?" Lincoln replied, looking at her confused as she pulled her leg from out beneath his hand. Brow furrowed, he tried to replay what he'd done to make her move away from him like that. "Gymnastics? I'm pretty sure the most athletic thing I did as a kid was belly flop or cannonball into the pool. Roosevelt was always trying to get me to do stuff."

Join the football team. Join the wrestling team. Weightlift. Run. Anything. And all Lincoln had wanted to do was play on his console and hole up in his room. His control had fluctuated a little with certain hormonal changes as a kid.

"You have to show me sometime, I'd love to see it." Lincoln scooted out from under the table, grabbing their plates before sticking them in the dishwasher. Stretching up, he rubbed his bare stomach and looked at Lee with a small smile. "Bed? Do I get to take you to bed now?"