JASMIN MARTINEZ
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"Chase?"
My jaw dropped, my eyes widened looking at him standing in front of me with a black oversized hoodie that looked extremely comfortable and loose joggers hanging dangerously low. As I shamelessly scanned his body assessing every detail of his fine body, my eyes found their way to his. His wet hair fell onto his forehead, and his upper lip tugged upward as he watched me.
"Chase!" I finally got out of my daydream and ran down the stairs, throwing my arms around his neck tightly and he instantaneously wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer to his body while snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. I inhaled his fresh mint scent as he left one small peck on the side of my neck.
His embrace on my body was tight, firm, and hard. I felt his length against my stomach, my hands finding their way into his wet locks. "I-I—"
"Shh," He murmured in my neck. We stayed in each other's embrace, holding onto one another, telling each other with our body language, how much we missed them. His lips slightly touched my neck before he dragged them across my neck. Chase's arms hugged me impossibly close to him, his erection rubbing against my stomach and my thighs clenching.
He moved his lips upward, towards my jaw. I pulled back, my arms still around his neck and our breath fanning each other's lips. He stared into my eyes, our foreheads marginally touching. "I missed you." I mouthed because in his embrace I felt it again. I felt like I belonged somewhere. I felt the same thing I felt the night of the talk show. I felt the fireflies erupting whenever he was in my presence.
His one arm stayed around my waist while the other came toward my face before cupping it. "I missed you more." He mouthed back.
I shook my head.
He nodded.
I shook my head again.
He nodded again.
As I was about to shake my head for the third time, he connected his lips with mine. His soft lips molded with mine as I kissed back with the same passion. His lips conveyed to me that he indeed missed me much more than I could have imagined. He bit my bottom lip, his secret form of asking for consent before plunging his tongue through my mouth once I gasped. He rubbed his length against me while kissing me with absolute devotion. His minty smell mixed with his masculine scent made me tangle my hands in his wet hair and pull him closer to me.
Fuck, I love kissing him.
His hand around my waist, falling down and going to my ass. He rubbed his hand in a circular motion while his mouth remained attached to mine. I pulled back once I felt the need for oxygen. I tapped his shoulder lightly and he pulled back. His forehead touched mine, his breath hitting my face. "I think we both know who missed who more." He whispered.
"Definitely me." I teased, whispering nonetheless.
"Yeah, Firefly?"
Holy fucking shit, he's hot.
I sheepishly nodded, and he just looked into my eyes before a small quick smile flashed on his face. "Smile again," I spoke but quickly realized that I was the only one privileged enough to witness. "Wait." I put my hands on either side of his face, blocking away the world around us.
I raised my eyebrow, signaling to him to smile and he submissively smiled. I couldn't resist and smiled back, looking at his dimples appearing. I leaned up and pecked his lips before trying to take a step back. "Let me go."
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