Page 118 of Crew
I reached up, and he dipped down.
His lips touched mine, and everything in the world softened.
It was different--not the kiss, but the feeling. This was finally. This was something I hadn't known I'd been waiting for. I leaned into him, and he opened his mouth, applying more pressure.
Sensations exploded in me.
"Cross," I murmured, looking up with what I knew were dazed eyes. "What are we doing?"
He moved even closer, his eyes smoldering and serious. I fit against him like a glove, and his hand cupped the back of my neck.
"What we should've been doing for a long time," he said.
He came back down, and I stopped thinking.
My hands formed fists in his shirt.
This wasn't like Drake. Cross was in a league of his own--
"Bren! Cross!"
Jordan's voice came through the back screen door, and we had a second's notice before it opened. Cross ripped away from me and threw himself across the room as they came inside.
I could only stand there, like an idiot.
We'd just--
I met Cross' gaze as Jordan hollered, "Yo! Where's the love? No greetings?" He went around me, casting a curious look before pounding fists with Cross. "You okay, B?" He came back, holding his fist up to me.
My insides were in an uproar. "Yeah. I'm good." I met my fist to his.
Zellman came in and threw his arm around my shoulders. "Heya, P.F.S." He leaned into me, his skinny hip digging into mine. "Did Cross already fill you in?"
"What?"
Zellman frowned at me. "You're usually quicker on the uptake. You sure you're okay?" His eyes widened, and he jumped away from me. "Wait. Is your side okay? I thought you were all healed by now."
Get ahold of yourself.
I tried to shove away the feel of Cross' lips on mine, the press of his body against mine, how he'd felt with his hands in my hair. I tried. I was failing.
"It's fine. I'm fine. Just..." I had no clue what I was saying. "What's up?" I forced a bright sound to my voice. "I didn't eat today. What's going on?"
There was a sack of apples on the counter, and Jordan grabbed two, throwing one to me. He hopped up on the counter, gesturing with his apple toward Cross. "We were thinking of doing something nice for you."
"We?" I sent Cross a look, raising my eyebrow.
He coughed. "I mentioned you could do with a fun evening." He gestured back to Jordan. "They said they'd cover it."
"We did." Zellman was almost beaming next to me. He crossed his arms over his chest, and his skinny jeans slipped down a bit. "We thought of the best idea, and that's where we've been just now."
"Thinking of the idea?"
"What?" He scratched behind his ear. "No. Not that." He laughed. "But funny, though."
Jordan took a big bite from the apple. "We're going on a road trip!"
"Yeah, yeah." Zellman leaned forward. "And we cleared it with the Mom and Pops."
