“You’re going to hit me if I ask if I can still eat the twizzler aren’t y-you, jesus Lee.” Lincoln breathed out as he pushed against the hand sliding beneath his jeans. Leaning down he pressed his forehead against hers as he breathed out slowly, forcing himself to relax and not make an embarrassing mess in her hand or hell, his favourite jeans. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t what it feels like when I eat a twizzler.”

Lincoln turned his mouth down until he could kiss Lee properly, lips brushing against hers hard as he groaned into her mouth.