Married to Him?! [Greyson Chance]

Chapter XXXIX - Little Darling

I dedicated this to her because she requested. :)) 

Enjoy reading! 

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Chapter 39

Rome - 9:45 p.m. - Room 143

JAMIE:

"Another day here at Rome?" I exclaimed, my ear pressed at the phone. "But we got school tomorrow and--" 

"Butch is here at Paris to visit his son, Edmond." Mom said in the other line. "And I believe he's sick which is why Butch has to be there for him. Besides, I already talked to Bennie about school and that he's okay about you and Greyson being excused for the meantime." 

"Principal Bennie did?" I sighed in relief as I leaned my back against the wall. "Thank Goodness." Greyson was watching me intently, with his body all slumped at the couch like he was watching some reality TV show. 

"I need to go now, sweetie. Send my kisses to Greyson!" She giggled and the line went dead. I irritatingly scratch the back of my neck as I shift my eyes to Goofball over there, smiling like he just came back to earth. 

"We're gonna stay here at Rome in one more day." I announced.

He suddenly jumped for joy and did a fist pump.  "We're gonna go sightseeing tomorrow! Yes!" He exclaimed. I just playfully rolled my eyes and blurted a giggle at that moment. I do find it cute how he acts like some five year old going on a zoo. 

Wait..... Why am I thinking like this?

"I might melt." I rapidly blinked my eyes only to find his face hovering above mine. Wow.... I must be really thinking deep. I opened my mouth to say something back but was interrupted when he decided to cover my mouth with his. 

I savor it deeply and slowly until my mind entered a complete frenzy. My fingers gently brushed his brown locks and tugged it closer to me. But then, I had to snap back to reality and pushed him away from me with a great amount of force. 

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes dancing with confusion. 

"Y-You kissed me again." I stuttered, my eyes avoiding his brown orbs. He only lets out a soft chuckle then grabbed me by the waists. "W-What are you---" My sentence was completely blocked as he pressed his lips against mine. This time, it was slow and steady like he was gently sucking a lollipop. 

I pushed him yet again, my hands still glued to his face. "Y-Y-You can't just steal kisses all the time."

He tilted his head as he gently removed my hands in his face. "Do I need to ask permission then?" I didn't respond since I felt the heat rising up to my cheeks. He lifted my chin to his direction making our eyes lock. 

"Can I kiss you, Jamie?" 

"I--uh--uhmm----It's uh-----" I stammered as I wiggle out of his grasp. But I failed since his grip in mine is so strong. 

"See?" He chuckled then gave me a quick peck on the lips. "How can I ask permission if you can't even answer me properly?" 

"Well it''s because of--" I suddenly gasped as he went down to kiss me, this time on the neck. He sent these butterfly kisses on my neck that made me suck on my breath letting out a hissing sound. 

The kisses were firm and full of need as he pulled me closer to his body until I could easily feel his chest. This is the most inappropriate thing to do for a 15 year old. But guilt didn't crossed my mind at that moment.