Page 61 of Crossing Lines

He sighs. “I’m sorry you’ve been feeling left behind. It’ll get better.” He doesn’t appear interested in anything I suggested.

“Hm.”

Smiling, he holds my hands. “I love you, Davia. You mean the world to me. I don’t want to lose you.”

A lump lodges in my throat, and it feels like a struggle to return the exact words. “You mean a lot to me too.” That’s all I can manage at the moment.

He captures my mouth again like a starved animal, kissing me hard while fondling my breasts through the t-shirt.

“I miss my pussy,” he growls, slipping his hand into my tights to rub my clit.

Don’t fuck him.

I fight Kross from my mind and try to focus on Jamir as he shoves a finger inside me. He’s the man I love. The one I want. Right?

“Wait,” I sputter and move back. “I’m not… I’m not in the mood.”

He screws up his face. “You on your period? I didn’t feel a tampon.”

“Jamir, I’m just not in the mood.”

“Fine.” Adjusting his bulge, he walks past me into the hallway. The bathroom sink comes on soon after as if he’s relieving himself.

With a frustrated groan, I drop onto the sofa and slump against the cushion. I’m having a serious case of conflict. Between guilt and desire, I don’t know which one I’m leaning more toward.

TWENTY-TWO

Davia’s presence in my mind has only increased after that heated moment in the car the day before. Even while enjoying Sunday dinner at Mama G’s, I can’t stop thinking about her. But I have news to share with everyone now that the paperwork’s finalized.

“I have something to tell y’all,” I say after another bite of the delicious fried catfish.

“You got Davia pregnant already?” Falcon blurts with a mouthful, making Cairo and Preston bust out laughing.

“Geez,” I drone. “Unc.”

“That’s not funny,” Iree grumbles and scowls at her uncle.

“Is she?” Mama G gasps with her hand at her heart.

“They’re not involved,” Iree stresses. “Davia’s in a relationship. She isn’t checking for Kross.”

Damn.

Settling down, Cairo and Preston give me a knowing look but keep quiet about our chats.

“So what do you want to say, son?” Mama G urges.

I squeeze her hand. “Remember I told y’all I was searching for land to build. Well…”

“Oh my gosh!” Iree blurts. “You found one?”

“Yeah. Out in Hillsmere Shores. I closed.”

“My man!” Preston claps while Cairo nods proudly.

“The lot’s mine,” I add, grinning hard. “Breaking ground this week.”

“Look at god,” Mama G laughs, giving me a hearty embrace. “Congratulations, son. You always wanted that.”

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