Lincoln X Lola Novels & Stories

I bite my lower lip to keep from kissing her. “Then I’ll have one with beef. Extra salsa and sour cream, too,” I say enthusiastically. “That way, we can share,” hoping she’ll take the offer. “Okay, sure. I haven’t had the beef in a while,” Lola replies sweetly. After she sees, I’m serious about sharing. We split our lunch evenly. Lola is adorable with how she eats—going from shy nibbles to bigger bites as she gets more comfortable. I must do something to stop myself from fantasizing about Lola. The memory of her pig of a boyfriend does the trick, but I know she can do better.

“Damn!” Lola is always the centre of attention, especially with guys. “I know, right? She is so beautiful.” Ryland’s attention falls on me, smiling. “Yes, she is. You are too.” I stop from laughing. I look like a homeless person next to Lola. I roll my eyes. “Yes, sure I am.” Sarcasm drips from every word. Ryland doesn’t get a chance to say anything because Lola climbs into the car. “Hello, bitches.” She giggles.

Goddess, I might actually swoon. “Thank you… and thank you for rescuing me just now,” I say, trying not to sound too breathless. Lincoln smiles again, his silvery eyes sparkling. “It’s my pleasure…” “Oh, Zahra. I’m Zahra Larkin, from Blood Moon.” He nods as if he already knew, his smile widening. “I know. You’re all anyone has been talking about all day. I look forward to seeing the rest of your bouts.” With a small bow that’s both regal and charming, he turns and walks away.