Crossing Boundaries

Chapter 15

"Ouch, what was that for?" Lance protests.

Dad's tone is stern, "Keep your thoughts and yourself away from her."

Lance defends himself, "I meant like a big brother. It's Reece who has dirty thoughts about her."

"What? No, I don't." Connor laughs agreeing with him,

"Shut up, Connor ," I interject, putting an end to the teasing.

Dad's patience wanes, "You're all so juvenile. Here, eat some food and have some coffee. You both look like shit."

Wow always full of compliments , thanks, Dad."

After we finished eating, Connor went home, and I felt the need to reach out to Lorna. Heading back to my room, I sent her a text asking how she was doing.

Her reply was brief, informing me that she was okay.

I typed out another message, hoping for a better response this time. "Can we meet up?"

Her reply still short. "Out with my mom."

Ok so.. It was clear she was still upset with me. I sent another message, pleading my case. "Please, Lorna. I just want to talk and make sure you're okay. Please?"

She offered a location for our meeting. "I can meet you at the park entrance, the one across from the mall on 5th street."

"What time suits you ? I text back with a X.

She replied with a time "3.00 pm.I was glad that she had agreed to meet.

After changing into blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and black trainers, I made my way downstairs. I grabbed the keys to the black Cherokee Jeep, and as I was about to leave, Lance's voice followed me, "Where are you going?"

I turned to face him. "I'm meeting up with Lorna."

"Give her a hug from me," he said with a wink.

I responded by flipping him the middle finger and leaving the house.

It's now 3:10 pm, and I'm waiting at the park entrance. Just as I'm about to send her a text, I hear a voice say, "Hey."

I look up, and there she is, more beautiful than ever. Can this girl possibly get any more stunning? She's wearing a long white tank dress with a side split gathered at the thigh, perfectly accentuating her body. Her flat white Veja trainers complete the look, along with a white New Era cap with black writing, giving her a sporty chic vibe. She could easily be a model . As I steal a glance at her, I notice other guys struggling not to stare as they walk by, even drawing scoldings or shoves from their girlfriends or wives.

I manage a greeting, "Hi."

She doesn't respond verbally, just stands there, nervously biting her lip. Little does she know how incredibly sexy that gesture is. "So, do you want to take a walk?" I ask, hoping to initiate some conversation.

"Um, sure," she replies softly, and I nod, turning to lead the way. She falls in step beside me. We walk in silence through the park. It's a nice day with the sun high but not overly warm due to the encroaching autumn season. A far cry from the sweat-inducing summer. We find a park bench and sit down, observing the people around us. Families picnicking, joggers, cyclists, and kids playing in the nearby playground. There's a sense of serenity in the air.