/. enemies to lovers trope? the best there is.

So, he made a pumpkin pie and he’s got an extra fork— Takers?

If he calls Lincoln’s sister, he’s sure she would happily volunteer— she’s embarrassing like that. He grinned at his words. “Why are you sorry?” He shakes his head. “I love reading them — I truly do.”

Forever their biggest man! “Aidan — I have no concept of any of the things you just said, but I don’t think I care as long as your name is attached.” He admits with a chuckle. “You’re a beautiful writer, baby. First draft or fourth.”

I’ll win everytime.

There’s no need to worry, Lincoln is positive she loves Aidan more. “I don’t believe that for a second.” He chuckled, motioning towards the door. “Would you be interested in joining me for a coffee date?”

Straight to marrying? So, this would be a bad time to mention he kept the first draft Aidan allowed him to read? Cause it was the most beautiful written piece he’s ever read?

It. . . might be in a drawer in his office.

I’m winning right now.

He didn’t think what—? “What?” He gives him a knowing smile, knowing full well that it was a sentimental gesture. It was impossible not to keep it . . . it had meaning.

They do, in ways that Aidan will never know. “You do connect with people, and you do that through your writing.” He gives him a small smile. “I am a bit biased because we’re together, but I’ve never met anyone so talented and dedicated.”

What do you think will happen, baby?

I don’t think you quite understand what you’re getting into.

Prettiest thing Lincoln has ever saw.

Don’t mind him. He’s curling up on his sofa with a giant mug of hot chocolate.

Oh, so he can’t just stand back and stare at him in awe?

Ah . . . he is too sweet to him. Shit, he's blushing.

/. I want to get back to this acc-- I miss Lincoln lately.