Promised (The Promised Series)

girl wants to hear she’s beautiful, sexy, hot even. But adorable, no.”
    “What’s wrong with adorable?”
    “Adorable is what you call a two year old who carries around stuffed animals and wears frilly, little dresses.” She huffs.
    “I think our definitions of adorable are completely different.”
    “Oh, you think.” She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, causing me to chuckle again. “Maybe you should explain how you see adorable before I start looking for something to throw at you.”
    “No need to start throwing things. I’ll tell you my definition.” I throw up my hands in mock surrender.
    “Well, spit it out.” She demands when I take too long.
    “Adorable is how your eyes lighted up at the sight of the cupcake I made you. It’s how when you’re determined, your nose and brow scrunch up. It’s how when you get nervous, you nibble on the corner of your bottom lip. And it’s how after I kiss you, your cheeks and lips turn this soft pink that makes me want to kiss you more.”
    She stopped the car, putting it into park, before I made it half way through my description. And when I finish, she doesn’t say a word before she unfastens her seat belt and leans in, covering my mouth with hers.
    She pulls back just enough that are noses are close to touching. Looking down at my lips with hooded eyes, she smiles. “You’re smooth, Lincoln Tatman.”
    “I was only being honest.” I reach out with my left hand, wrapping it around her loose curls so she can’t move away.
    She lifts her eyes to mine and whispers. “That’s what makes you so good at it.”
    We sit like that for several minutes, my hand still enjoying the softness of her hair and our eyes watching each other. Finally, I break through the moment. “Though if I’m being honest, I should tell you there’s nothing adorable about your legs.”
    Shocked, her body tenses up and she tries to pull back, but my hand in her hair holds her in place. Leaning in to her neck, I take a whiff of her berry and vanilla perfume before continuing. “Those legs are beautiful. They’re what young boys’ dreams are made of, and grown men would kill to touch. Me included. But just so you don’t think I’m prejudice, I’ll tell you straight up. Every inch of you is beautiful, your silky curls, your mesmerizing green eyes, your tiny hands that fit perfectly in mine, the way you care about people you don’t know… The legs are just the icing on the perfect cake that is you. So to make it clear in Wyn terms, you’d be considered a sprinkle cupcake with extra sprinkles in the icing.”
    The tension leaves her body so I pull back, releasing her hair to place my hand on her cheek. Her eyes meet mine again and she grins. “Forget what I said earlier. You’re not smooth; you’re charming.”
    “As in your Prince…”
    “Charming.” She finishes, blushing.
    “I’ll take that title.” I whisper against her lips before closing the distance for another kiss.

Chapter 14 – Wyn
    ~Breaking the Rules~
    I knew I was screwed before we even pulled into the school’s parking lot. I meant to be back here before the final bell of the day rung, but I got so caught up in driving and the deliciousness that is Lincoln Tatman, that I made us late. Now I have to face the consequences and they may entail me never leaving my family’s sight. Ever again.
    “It’ll be ok. If they say anything, we’ll tell them that you realized you forgot something at the center and wanted a ride over there to get it.” Linc has the steering wheel in a death grip. He knows we messed up too.
    “Won’t work.” I say, eyeing the parking lot as we pull in. To my surprise and dread, instead of the requisite black Navigator waiting, there’s a silver Dodge Ram. Shay. Totally screwed!
    I know I have to move quickly, so I unfasten my belt before Linc even stops the car. I turn to Linc with determination in my eyes and demand. “Don’t get out. Don’t even wait on me to get in that truck. Take off as soon as I shut this door and don’t look back.”
    “What’s going on?”
    “Please, listen to me. I love you, but you have to leave and let me deal with this. And you have to leave before he sees you.”
    “That’s him?”
    “We don’t have time for this. I love you and I’ll text you as soon as I can.” I place a quick peck on his cheek, praying the tinted windows hide us as he shifts the car into park several spots down from Shay’s truck. Then, grabbing my bag, I