Lincoln's POVI come back to awareness slowly, bit by bit, to the sound of voices and badly suppressed laughter.“Should we wake them?”“Ha, not yet. Let me get a photo first.”“No, man, they’ll kill you.”“Not if they don’t know about it.”I recognise those voices, but they are not Sam and the guys. They are...My eyes snap open, and I sit up quickly.I blink, disorientated, as Aiden, Jasper and Marcus stare back at me with varying expressions of sheepish amusement on their faces. I am half lying on one section of Tobias’s L-shaped sofa in his apartment, having apparently made myself comfortable when I fell asleep. Tobias is sprawled out on the other section, on his back, one leg up on the sofa and the other resting on the floor, but his head is right beside where mine must have been.And fuck, their words come back to me.“Hand over that photo,” I growl at Marcus.He only smirks. “Ah, come on, Linc. You two looked adorable.”I snarl. That is the fucking problem.Marcus dances farthe
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