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Chapter Sixteen – Crossing Lines

Author: Amycee
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-13 06:39:43

I leaned back against the edge of Cade’s dresser, still catching my breath. “I’m grateful you’re a great kisser. Even if we shouldn’t have… at least it was worth it.”

Cade barked a laugh, shaking his head. “You have the wildest ways of dodging serious moments, you know that?”

“Survival mechanism,” I said sweetly. “Now, your turn. Gratitude time. Go.”

He tilted his head, studying me with that unnerving focus. “I’m grateful I just confirmed something.”

My brows lifted. “Which is?”

“That you like me.”

I scoffed, folding my hands. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Reeve. It was just a good kiss. Nothing else.”

“Mm.” He didn’t look convinced, but he let me change the subject.

“Specialist yesterday,” I said. “What did they say?”

Cade shifted, flexing his bandaged ankle. “Healing well. If it keeps up, I’ll be back on the court sooner than they expected.” His grin flickered, sharp with determination. Then his tone dipped, casual but edged. “What about your outing with Kelvin yesterday?”

My lips p
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