Taken

Chapter 20

Jennifer's POV:

I want to stop.

I want to rip my lips off of him, because I have a boyfriend.

What's your boyfriend doing now?

I think the question is who.

The anger rises in me, and my lips press harder against Niall's.

Niall doesn't hesitate to apply pressure as well.

For some reason,

I don't feel bad.

I even try to feel guilty, but I just can't.

I kissed Harry when we got in the hotel, but this...this is so different.

His lips are so gentle and sweet. Sweet? That sounds weird, but it's just what sweet feels like. There's no awkward pauses either. It's like we developed a plan right before this on when to breath.

Maybe me and Niall had a fling?

Gosh, I wish I could remember.

I remove my lips from Niall, and I can't help but giggle on the whine that escaped his pink lips.

Niall's POV:

Jennifer removes her lips from mine, and a small whine came out of my mouth.

I can tell by her beautiful smile and cute little giggle, that she isn't mad.

Then why'd she stop the kiss?

"Niall, did me and you have a fling?" How can she sound so innocent and sweet.

Fuck, at this moment I wished she was still the sassy, sarcastic women who was yelling at my face.

At least it would be easier to lie to her.

"Well..." I begin unsure of what to say next.

"I was just curious, because it feels like we have...have been serious." Her cheeks flush as if she has said a bad word.

I chuckle at her purity,

"Well, we have always had a little attraction, but we've just never acted upon it."

I don't want to tell her we have, because I want to make this the first time. Well, in her mind, the first time with an amazing guy...not the joker to her batman.

"Why not?" She places her left hand gently on my cheek.

I feel heat instantly rise to the impressed spot.

"Harry... You were always afraid of what'd he do to you...to me."

Not till this moment did I realize what Harry would do to me if he found out.

Of course he'd be mad as fuck with Jennifer, but he'd beat the living shit out of me. Since, it really isn't Jennifer's fault, she lost her memory, and she has 'no reason' to not believe whatever I say.

"What would he do to you?" I see her eyes widen and begin to stir. I can tell she's only worried in my well-being more than her own...Why?

"Nothing you need to worry about, baby." Fuck it feels good to call her baby.

Almost like she's really mine.

"I like that." She beams.

"What?" I giggle a little.

"Baby." She says obviously embarrassed.

"Oh, you do, baby?" I smirk to her.

"Yeah." She laughs while playfully hitting my shoulder.