You and Lincoln are enemies…but you were both drunk and playing around in your car…him in the drivers seat, you in the passenger… “So, you think you could have me?” he says seductively, his words slow and deliberate…

“I mean…couldn’t I?…” you say back… “Oh fuck…” he says putting his hand on his face… “yes…or no?…” you continue…he looks at you… “yes…” he says…before his devious smirk shows on his face…