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I pulled out my phone and headphones.
A little while later, Jordan pulled into a fast food place. The guys had been complaining about being hungry and needing to piss. The two 20-ouncers that'd been filled up with coffee and soda hadn't helped either.
Jordan and Zellman hopped out right away, running inside.
Cross and I moved at a slower pace.
"You upset about Taz?" I asked him as we got out.
Resting his arms on the truck's back-end, he glanced down a moment. He shook his head, still looking at the ground. "I don't know. I don't know what I'm feeling."
I paused and waited for him.
He looked back up, a smile flashing for a moment as he stared at me. "Been distracted with you, honestly."
Those flutters started again, tickling me on the inside.
The lines around his mouth softened, and he reached forward, grabbing my arm. He tugged me over to him, but I glanced back at the building. Jordan and Zellman were at the counter, ordering. Pee breaks could wait, apparently.
Knowing they were distracted, at least for the moment, I succumbed.
I let Cross pull me toward the front of the pickup so we were hidden, and he wrapped his arms around me. My head rested against his chest, and he held me as I slid my arms around his waist.
We'd done this hug before, so many times, but this was different. This hold, this touch, what it stood for--it was all so very different.
The flutters were building again.
I felt his voice rumble through his chest. "We're going to have to have the talk. You know that, right?"
I nodded, my head moving against his chest. "I know."
He ran a hand up and down my arm. He leaned back against the truck and opened his legs a little wider. I scooted in closer and felt him resting his head against mine.
"We'll have to tell them too."
"Later," I responded. We'd deal with it then. I closed my eyes until we heard Zellman calling our names.
I stepped back and Cross moved around me.
"We're coming," he yelled.
"You want us to order your food?"
Cross turned to me, and I nodded. They knew what we liked.
"Yeah. Give us another minute," Cross yelled back.
"Will do! B, you want a soda?"
"Yeah!" I yelled. "Thanks, Z."
He waved at us distractedly before going back in.
I didn't return to Cross' arms, and he leaned back against the truck, eyeing me.
I frowned. "What?"
He jutted his chin toward me. "Why aren't you freaking? You'd usually be freaking right now."
