Chapter 21

Lincoln

The sound of my alarm was more irritating than the fact that somehow I'd managed to sleep wrong, and my neck was currently twisted so hard to the right it hurt to breathe. Damn couch.

I hissed out a curse as I wobbled to a sitting position and rubbed the back of my neck, memories of the previous night hitting me upside the head like a two by four.

Dani had been so upset - maybe I should have been honest about the whole thing. Seeing her face, seeing that tattoo that I could have sworn I'd seen before - it made me pause.

And that pause was long enough to allow my brain to start working. Sleeping with her after knowing her, what? A little over a week? Not a good idea. Hell, it was one of the worst ideas I'd ever had. Who cared if I'd kissed her? Who cared if I was attracted to her? She wasn't one of those girls, the type you slept with, then left in the early daylight by jumping out the window.

And I was treating her that way.

I was ashamed of myself.

And I'd hurt her in