“Watch it,” he groaned, his eyes ablaze with heat.
“I did,” I said quietly, my cheeks flushing.
“Fuck, Kenzie,” Lincoln looked away. “You don’t know what you saw.”
He turned and started to walk out of the kitchen, and my heart sank almost as much as the frustration bloomed across my face.
I knew what he was doing — I knew with me being so young, and with his best friend being “in charge” of me, that in his eyes, I was totally off-limits. But Iknewwhat I wanted.
I walked over to the fridge, yanked it open, and took out a beer. The cap made a hissing sound as I twisted it off and then chucked it across the marble countertop.
That got his attention.
Lincoln stopped in the doorway and turned back, and when his gorgeous blue eyes landed on the beer in my hand, they narrowed fiercely.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
I shrugged, taking a small sip and forcing myself not to wrinkle my nose.
“What, it’s hot out. Just trying to cool off.”
And with that, I turned on my heel, and marched right out of the kitchen, feeling his eyesburninginto my skin as I did.
* * *
“Kenzie.”
The growl from the doorway to the living room pulled my eyes up, and I shivered as they locked with Lincoln’s.
“What thefuckhas gotten into you, huh?” he growled, stepping into the room. “Lifesofucking hard here that you just have to act like a spoiled little fuckingbratevery goddamn minute of the day?”
His voice rose, this commanding power behind it that sent electric teases through my body.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled under his breath. “Put thefuckingbeer down, and—”
I snapped, furious that he was still ignoring what I was telling him.
“You can’t tell me what to do—”
“Watch me,” he hissed.
“Like you watched me?”
Webothfroze — him at my words, and me at not quite believing I’d actually said them out loud.
“What?”
My chest rose and fell heavily with my breath, and my tongue darted out to wet my lips.
“I— I know I saw you, upstairs in the window. I know you were watching me out by the pool.”
His jaw twitched, and his eyes blazed right into mine as his shoulders heaved.
“Goddamnit, Kenzie…”
“The same way you watched me last night, when Wilder was—”
“Stop, Kenzie,” Lincoln growled.