LINES CROSSED. (BWWM)

Mason

I woke up to the soft weight of Amina curled half on top of me, her head resting on my chest, a tangled mess of curls brushing my chin. Her breathing was slow, steady, the kind of deep rhythm only deep sleep could bring. One of her legs was thrown over mine, her thigh warm and smooth against my skin, and her arm lay draped across my stomach like she belonged there.

I couldn't help but smile.

She was exhausted—rightfully so. After the way we went at it last night and again this morning, it was a miracle either of us could walk. If my dick hadn't tapped out on us, I'm convinced we'd still be tangled in the sheets, bodies pressed tight, chasing another round.

I felt her stir against me, her body shifting lazily like she wasn't quite ready to wake up. Then her hand started gliding down my torso, featherlight and teasing, inching closer to my crotch.

I caught her wrist just in time and brought it back up to my chest, laughing under my breath. "You destroyed him," I whispered, running my fingers down the curve of her back. I still couldn't believe how insatiable she was—how effortlessly she turned me inside out.

She peeked up at me with that innocent grin that always got her out of trouble. "Well good morning to you too."

"Good afternoon, beautiful," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She snuggled in closer, her bare body molding against mine like we were sculpted for each other.

"What time is it?" she mumbled, her voice muffled against my chest.

"It's almost one."

That had her head snapping up instantly.

"Shit. We need to get a Plan B." She was already out of bed, naked and frantic, scanning the room for her dress and heels.

I sat up slowly, propping myself on my elbows just to watch her. I couldn't help it. Her bare body was a masterpiece—smooth, golden skin glowing in the soft light, her curves swaying with every movement as she hurried around the room.

"Maybe you should get on birth control," I said, tossing her panties at her. She caught them without looking.

"I am on birth control," she said with a laugh, stepping into the lacey fabric. "I just want to be safe. You came inside me at least four times last night."

She grinned at the memory, and I had to bite my cheek to keep from getting hard all over again.

"Oh, okay. Good." I exhaled, relieved. I'd been reckless with her, too caught up in the way she made me feel to even think twice about pulling out. I was never that careless—never this sloppy. The last thing I needed was for her to get pregnant because I couldn't control myself around her.

"Speaking of which," she said, slipping on her dress, "I have to go see my doctor for a refill."

I nodded. "Makes sense."

She paused then, looking at me carefully. "Do you even want kids?"

The question landed heavier than she probably meant it to. I sat up, running a hand through my hair.

"I don't know," I admitted quietly. "It's not something I've ever really let myself consider."

She waited, giving me space.

"My mom died giving birth to me. So there's that. And my dad... he never got over it. He did his best, but he wasn't the same after. He was grieving her and trying to raise a kid alone. Then he just... died." I exhaled, staring at my hands. "Sometimes I wonder if I was the beginning of the end for him."

I looked at her then. "I've always told myself I wouldn't put a child through that. Wouldn't take the risk of bringing someone into the world and not being able to stay. Not being whole enough to raise them. I never really let myself imagine being a dad... because what if I ended up like mine? Distant. Gone too soon."

I shook my head. "It's not that I hate the idea of kids. I'm just not sure I trust myself to give them the life they'd deserve."

I looked over at her, expecting something—judgment, disappointment—but all I saw was a quiet understanding in her eyes. She gave me a small, sad smile.

She took a breath, then tilted her head. "Why? Are you pregnant?" I joked, trying to lighten the mood before it got too heavy.

"No," she laughed, rolling her eyes as she walked toward the door. "But if we don't get that Plan B, I might be."

I cringed and groaned dramatically as she disappeared into the hallway.

Later, when it was finally time to head out, Amina insisted on staying back to cook. "I'll make us something to eat while you go get it," she said, stealing a quick kiss before shooing me out the door.

Sure enough, when I got back, the house smelled incredible. She was plating up fresh chicken burritos in the kitchen, humming to herself like she wasn't the same woman who had me crying out her name in bed hours ago.

"Told you you'd thank me for not going with you," she said, grinning proudly as I sat down and devoured the second burrito like I hadn't eaten in days.

"You should make these more often," I muttered between bites.

She leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear, her voice sultry. "Keep fucking me the way you do, and I'll be cooking whatever you want."

She kissed my cheek and took the empty plate from in front of me.

"Is that right?" I said, grinning as I smacked her ass when she walked away.

It felt good. Right. Easy and warm and familiar. I hadn't realized how much I missed this—us. These past few weeks had been hell, watching her pull away, knowing I couldn't touch her or kiss her or hold her the way I wanted to.

Now, we were curled up on the couch, the small pill in her hand. I watched her toss it back and swallow it with a sip of juice.

"All done," she said, straddling my lap like it was her throne. My hands found her hips, and the moment she ground against me, my dick twitched to life underneath her.

She laughed. "We should talk about this," she said, gesturing between us, between everything. "But I also just want to enjoy it... without overthinking."

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her shoulder.

"I don't think I could ever recover if I lost you, Amina," I said quietly, the words slipping out before I could stop them. They'd been sitting in my chest for days, weeks—years, maybe.

She buried her face in the crook of my neck and whispered, "You could never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

A beat passed, and I said it without hesitation. "I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"

She nodded, and I heard it—a tiny sniffle, the kind you try to hide.

"You okay?" I asked, pulling back just enough to see her face.

"Just hold me," she whispered.

So I did.