Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Nineteen.

Charlottes's POV

Something wasn't right, I felt a painful tugging in my chest as I was sleeping, forcing me awake as it was a pain that wasn't exactly unbearable but just really irritating.

I clutched my chest as I used my other hand to hold it there even more firmly as I layed there so still.

I was confused as to what was wrong, my ribs still hurt but the pain was slowly subsiding and it wasn't the aftermath of the resetting that was hurting me.

It felt like... really bad indigestion I guess...

Where was Jameson? Is Jameson okay?... my mind cried as I lay there, rubbing my chest between my breasts as the pain still lingered.

I didn't want to have to admit it but eversince Jameson was with me in the infirmary, I knew that he could make the pain go away.

"Jameson..." I whispered, laying on my side and bringing my knees to my chest, feeling my ribs protest but the pain become a dull ache.

I needed jameson... where was he? Where was I?

I looked around in the darkness, seeing the opened curtains casting squares of moonlight across the carpet of the bedroom floor at the end of the bed, the fire in the fireplace was just about burnt out and I soon remembered where I was.

I was in Jamesons bedroom, wrapped in his comforting silken sheets that enveloped me in his wonderous scent of white musk, he insisted that I sleep here because he didn't want me wandering off.

Apparently my submissive behavior was starting to worry him... the idiot didn't know I had been worried and have a thousand questions running through my mind all because of him...

I looked over to the sofa by the fireplace where Jameson had taken a pillow and a quilt to sleep, insisting that I have the bed and that he'd be fine over there.

But this pain in my chest was making me feel the need to have him closer because I knew he could take the pain away...

"Jameson?" I whispered into the darkness, still laying there and facing him.

I was hesitant because I hated thinking that he was making me weak...

I sighed and sat up in the spanse of his bed, the shirt of his that I was using to sleep in was practically drowning me but comfortable to wear eventhough I didn't have any underwear on.

I swung my feet out of bed, feeling a little embarrassed as I padded over to Jameson nervously, my hand against my chest still and the other playing with my lip peircing.

Jameson was fast asleep on his side, shirtless and in a pair of silk boxers, his dreadlocks sprawled out on the pillow around his head as he propped the pillow up a little with his arm.

Giving me a perfect view of his muscular torso and broad shoulders, making me increse the pressure of my teeth on my lip... he really was handsome...

I placed my hand on his wrist, giving him a slight shake as the pain in my chest was slowly going away the closer I got to him.

But when he didn't wake, I was feeling a little giddy and nervous... would it be weird if I lay down on the sofa with him?

I didn't love him and it wouldn't have to mean anything... I was in pain, my chest aching for some reason, and I knew being near Jameson, my mate, would make me feel better...

"Jameson?" I whispered, kneeling one knee on the sofa so I could lean down closer to him, my hand still resting on his wrist as my face was centimeters away from his.