Page 60 of Crossing Lines

“Cause I see you, baby. See the joy in your eyes when you’re with me, hear it in your voice, and feel it flowing from your body. Now tell me, you want to dive deeper with me?”

The conviction in his words shoots through me like electricity. Despite having a powerful urge to explore these emotions, I keep thinking it’ll hurt Jamir and Iree. She loves Kross. Jamir loves me.

Suppressing the hunger, I turn to the window and say, “No.” The word weighs a ton coming out.

Kross scoffs at my response and starts the car.

I stare at my lap while contemplating. There’s no denying I’m all twisted inside because of this man. I don’t feel the same rush with Jamir. Not even close.

The drive back to my car in the youth center parking lot is quiet. Kross is about to get out to open the door for me, but I stop him. “That’s okay. Thanks again. And thank you for trusting me with your story.”

“Thank you for listening and sharing your own.”

“See you.”

“Soon,” he declares. “Cause I’m not backing down.”

“Kross…”

“Davi.” His piercing gaze makes my pussy pucker. “Don’t fuck him.”

I jerk my head back. “That’s… bold of you.”

My body shivers as he reaches over and caresses my lips with his thumb, turning my panties wet. “The sounds you made on the phone while falling apart prove it’s my dick you want inside you. So don’t force yourself to fuck that man. When you’re ready, tell me.”

A soft groan breaks free, inciting his devious smile.

“Areyou ready?” he teases.

“I have to go.” I quicken out of the car, feeling wet and sticky as I hop into mine.

Kross waits for me to pull out of the lot before driving in the opposite direction. Something’s tugging on me to follow him, like an unseen thread woven between us. It requires a lot of willpower to fight it and continue home.

Jamir charges for my mouth the instant I let him into the apartment, kissing me hungrily. “I’m sorry.”

“Mm…” He’s my boyfriend, yet I feel so uneasy.

“Let me make it up.” He squeezes my ass while licking the same spot on my neck that Kross touched earlier and had my pussy clenching.

“Wait.” I writhe away from Jamir.

He angles his head. “You’re still mad at me? I apologized, even though I had every right to feel a way about you being withthat man. Look at it from my perspective, Davia. What if I was hanging out with another woman?”

“I get it, Jamir. I’m sorry.” Yet, I’m not sorry for having phone sex with Kross or yearning for more.

Afraid he’ll see the truth in my eyes, I move to the window and hug myself.

“Something else the matter?” He draws closer and holds me from behind. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing.” I turn and wrap my arms around him, resting my head against his chest.

He breathes deeply, kisses my forehead, and holds me tighter. “I missed you while you were away. You miss me?”

“Yes.” My voice sounds weak. Honestly, the distance from him didn’t bother me.

“So show me,” he whispers, caressing my back.

The thought of having sex with him triggers apprehension. I can’t help but feel the opposite of excited. “Um, can we chill and watch a movie?” I ease back to look at him. “You know, we should try new things. Maybe jogging, riding bikes, comedy clubs.” Perhaps more time with him will bring back the desire.

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