Lincoln stood there, taken aback.
He looked at Zayla, his eyes narrowing slightly in satisfaction at her unexpected move.
"Over here too."
With that, he leaned in with the other side of his face.
Zayla, wide-eyed, was taken by surprise.
"Aren't we kissing?"
Zayla's face reddened slightly. "Let me down first..."
Lincoln gently set her down, not allowing her to exert any force. He held her slender waist tightly.
Then, Lincoln's other hand gently cradled her head.
"Then, will you give me a kiss?"
As Zayla looked up at him, she unintentionally made it easier for him. He took the opportunity to lower his head and kiss her.
Lincoln was both gentle and dominant, tasting her sweetness, stealing Zayla's breath.
The moment her face turned bright red, Lincoln stopped on time.
"Truly sweet."