Arms Crossed In An X Over Chest Meaning Novels & Stories

he joked and the boys laughed "Are you comfortable with them?" Xavier questioned me. I then realized he had two girls in thin lacy dress on either side of him with their heads on his shoulder while one of their hands caressed his abs, chest, shoulder and his cheeks and gently playing with his curly hair while he was shirtless, he his legs open and had his hands on the chair back. You could see the bra and panty of the girls through their dress which barely covered their ass! One was I a blue dress and she had black hair and the other was in a red dress with brown hair.

His entire body went completely rigid. The photograph on the screen was crystal clear. It showed the interior of The Crescent Hearth kitchen from the previous evening. Xavier’s large, powerful arms were wrapped tightly around Amora, pulling her body flush against his broad chest. Amora’s hands were pressed flat against Xavier’s leather jacket, and her face was buried near his neck. To anyone looking at the image, it looked like a passionate, stolen moment of deep intimacy between two secret lovers.

Xander crossed his arms on top of the open window, his brow raising. “I didn’t know I had to make an appointment to kiss you.” His raspy voice filled my ears, warming my body to the core. My lips stretched into a loving grin to which he returned with a half small one. “Couldn’t start your day without seeing your boo, Mr. Alpha?” Dominic’s mocking tone caught our attention. Xander stood up and slowly made his way toward Dominic, who had his cigarette between his lips still. “No, I’m checking in.” Xander rolled his sleeves up showing off his inked arms, then put his hands inside his black sweatpants pocket and faced him.

As for me, I smiled as I saw him comply and let me take off the t-shirt that was clinging to the wetness. Unfortunately, my smile didn't last long when I saw something that indirectly caught my eye, a bruise clearly printed on the skin of Axe's chest between his tattoos. Oh, this was the reason why he had been clutching his chest since the forest, like he was holding something back. "What is that?" My hand unconsciously reaches out to touch Axe's clay chest until the man is slightly stunned. My eyes shifted to stare at Axe's facial expression which he managed to master back to normal.

Now I would claim him in return. "I'm sure," I whispered. Cross leaned down, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss that quickly deepened into something more urgent. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his body. The heat of him seeped through my clothes, warming my skin. My hands moved to his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. Cross helped me, shrugging the fabric from his shoulders to reveal the muscled chest beneath. Scars marked his skin—evidence of battles fought and won.

His gaze made my heart race, and the heat that had just subsided flushed my cheeks again. Knowing I wore nothing under the T-shirt but the shirt itself made me feel even more embarrassed. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the outline of my breasts, and stood rigidly to cover the revealing parts. But I didn’t realize that the more I pressed my arms together, the more my breasts were pushed up, making them appear larger. The hem rode up, exposing more of my thighs and hinting at the delicate triangle between them. This shy, half-covered state, combined with my embarrassed expression, instantly ignited a spark of desire in the man...

She was powerless to resist the magnetic pull between them. Cross's hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers splaying across her stomach before moving upward to cup her breast. His touch was electric, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, arching her back into his touch as he gently squeezed and teased her nipple through her bra. With a swift movement, he removed her clothing, exposing her to the cool air of the room. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples a delicate pink, hardening under his intense gaze.

How is it that anything the man does, he makes it look good? I looked down at my—well, his clothes, and grumbled a low curse. It was completely wet with blood, which made it stick to my body. Since I wasn’t wearing a bra, my nipples were hard points and were clearly visible. Xander didn’t bother hiding his appreciation as his eyes were locked on my chest. It took everything in me not to fold my arms to hide from his gaze. I wasn't going to give him the benefit of knowing he made me uncomfortable.

I kind of glared " What do you mean?" He raised his hands in surrender " It's not what you mean. I was only asking for permission to touch your hand. That is to show you the right way to position it " Realization dawn unto me " Oh" I sighed " sure go ahead" Xander held my arm and guided the two arms up to my chest level " Open them widely ' he said and I did as told. He was close so close that whoever sees us right now will think something was going on. I held my breath, I felt suffocated with his closeness. I don't want to be the cause of a fight between the two brothers

Then I sprinkle it across the smooth patch, not as cover but as instruction. Remember this, I think at the road. Not a command. A suggestion. I take my knife and score the faintest line through the smooth dirt, then cross it with another, forming an X no one will see once feet pass over it. X for crossing. X for closure. X for the place where something ends and is not allowed to reopen without my consent. The air tightens. Time notices. I keep my face calm. I keep my breathing slow. “I am not breaking your rules,” I murmur. “I’m doing upkeep.”