Page 59 of Crossing Lines

“I was worried learning about my past would chase you off,” he says. “And I don’t…”

“You don’t what?” I urge in a soft tone.

He stares into my eyes. “I don’t want to lose whatever this is, Davi. Even if the moments are brief.”

I glance at our linked hands, now realizing how intimate it is. “What are we doing?”

“You tell me,” he groans, lifting his other hand to stroke my cheek. “You’re the one who keeps acting.” My eyes close on their own as he lowers to my neck and presses his thumb against my pulse point. “I can’t be just a friend, baby girl. I know you’re feeling it, too.”

“Kross…”

“I want to know every little thing about you,” he rasps, his voice laced with need. “Your favorite flower, dessert, and your favorite thing to do that helps you relax.”

It’s hard to fight the emotions when he’s touching me. The answers slip out in a horny breath. “Orchids. Strawberry shortcake. I love stargazing.”

“Damn.” His fingers lower, hovering just above my breast. “What I’d give to eat your pussy while you stare at the stars.”

“Ah!” I jump and open my eyes at the sudden vibrations on my lap. Pulling away, I rifle in my bag and snatch out my phone, wincing when I realize it’s Jamir. I swallow before answering, “Uh, hey.”

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Um, walking in the park,” I lie, hearing Kross sniff.

“With Trishell?” Jamir questions, tone calm instead of accusatory.

I look at Kross as I lie again, “By myself.”

He cuts his gaze to the harbor, clenching his jaw.

“What’s up?”

“I thought about how I spoke to you yesterday. It was terrible. I’m sorry for not believing you. You’re a loyal and honest woman. You’d never cheat on me.”

Yet, here I am with Kross, my pussy clenching and opening in preparation for his dick. “Hmm.”

“I’ll meet you at the park,” Jamir says.

“No,” I respond a little too fast. “I’m already at my car. Come by later after I clean my apartment.”

“Okay. I love you, baby.”

It feels like a challenge to say the three words. I’m not sure I mean them wholeheartedly anymore. “See you.” I hang up and drop the phone back into my bag.

The tension in the car is thick. My body’s yearning for another touch, and at the same time, guilt is bitch-slapping me.

Breaking the silence, I rasp, “Thank you for lunch and inviting me to the youth center.”

Kross turns to me after a few seconds. “You happy with him?”

“Jamir’s a good man.”

“That’s not what I asked, Davi.”

“It’s the answer I have.” I glance at my lap. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want you,” he says firmly, touching my chin and making me look at him. “You can’t be happy with how he treats you. Maybe it was great before, but lately, he neglects you. He puts his work above you and isn’t interested in your passion. You’re still with him ‘cause of the years between you. But you aren’t happy.”

“How do you know that, Kross?”

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