"It is," Marcus said, standing up too. "Lissa, wait." Lingerie Milfs New Guide
The incident in question had happened that morning. Marcus had finally gathered the courage to ask for some time to focus on his new job—basically asking for a "pause" on their intense, decade-long, will-they-won't-they friendship. He needed to breathe. Lissa had listened quietly on the other end of the line, said, "I understand, Marc. Do what you need to do," and hung up. The Baby In Yellow V2.1.0
"That's not a no," Javi noted.
Javi walked into the kitchen, saw Lissa, and looked at Marcus. He didn't say a word. He just held up a hand, high-fived Lissa—who high-fived it automatically without looking—and grabbed a fork.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys— his keys. The spare set he’d given her years ago. She placed them on the side table by the door.
"It's a boundary violation, Lissa," Marcus said, following her, his voice losing its conviction with every step.