Page 80 of Crossing Lines

He utters a low sound. “I want to do whatever you decide. You have the lead, Davi.”

“Hm.”

We finish eating, and he carries the bowls to the sink.

“I’ll put my clothes on,” I say when he turns.

Kross stops me before I walk away, pulling me into his arms. “The weekend isn’t over yet.” He crashes his mouth on mine for a fervent kiss, squeezing me against him.

We stagger our way to the bedroom, and I lie with him on top of me.

“This is okay,” he rasps at my lips. “Lying here with you, kissing and talking, is okay. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

“Thank you,” I exhale, caressing his back.

We start kissing again, unable to get enough. By the time it slows, my lips feel raw, and between my thighs feel wet, especially since I’m not wearing panties.

Kross shifts onto his side, and we face each other on the pillow. “Tell me more about your interests.”

We talk until I fall asleep in the comfy bed, waking up to more feather-like kisses by noon.

“Sleeping beauty,” he teases. “Let’s have lunch.”

Ordering in, we eat on the balcony while enjoying some sun. Not once does boredom creep in, or we run out of topics to discuss. We play games, watch Netflix on the sofa, talk, and make out.

It feels incredible with him. To make a final decision, I need to know some things. “What matters to you? Like, what do you want in a relationship?”

He gently strokes my cheek. “Trust. Knowing that no matter what, you’ll be real with me, and I’ll be real with you. We’ll have each other’s back. What do you want, Davi?”

Resting my chin on his chest, I stare into his eyes and say, “To feel safe. That goes hand-in-hand with trust. I had that with Jamir early on. But it changed.”

“He fucked up. I won’t.” He leans in for a soft kiss, and I relax my head again.

“Your people eat dinner before sunset?” he asks.

“Mmhm. Around four.”

“I’ll be at Mama G’s by then, too. Call me when you’re home. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay.”

In another few minutes, we ease apart, and I head home to shower before driving to my grandparents.

“Hey, sweetie,” Grandma welcomes me with a tight hug.

“Hi, Gran.” I kiss her cheek and hug Grandpa. “How was your trip?”

“Relaxing,” he beams. “Didn’t want it to end.”

“Well, while we’re happy you enjoyed yourselves,” Aunt Zandie interjects, “we’re glad you’re back.”

“Mmhm.”

My grandparents share more about the islands as we snack on appetizers. When the conversations shift, Trishell nudges me aside.

“So what happened yesterday?” she questions. “I know you saw that man.”

“Trish.” I zip around to make sure no one heard her. But everyone’s caught up in chit-chat in the kitchen. “Just know that I took your advice.”

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