Jett

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*UNEDITED* This chapter was pretty important and I was just wayy too excited to post it

As they were exiting the theatre Jett managed to grab Kayden's wrist and pull him out of Mark and Chelsea's line of sight.

Before he could ask any questions she gave him a small shake of her head and tugged him towards the abandoned alleyway beside the cinemas. The little pocket of solitude almost too quiet in comparison to the buzzing chatter of the crowd they had been a part of.

For a few seconds they just stood there, staring at each other.

Kayden watched Jett cautiously, mind racing at all the reasons she could have brought him there. A lot of them not entirely PG rated.

"Is something wrong?"

Jett regarded him for a long moment, as if the question hadn't left his lips. Her head was cocked to the side slightly as her dark eyes analysed him, picking him apart piece by piece until he was left feeling naked under the intensity of her gaze. His throat felt uncomfortably dry as he waited for her to do something, too afraid to move in case it would break whatever bubble of calm had them surrounded. Logically speaking, he should have been at least a little bit worried about the fact that he was in a secluded area with a trained assassin. Somewhere where people would be unlikely to hear his screams. Though, he knew very well that if Jett had wanted him dead, she would have done so long before.

"Mark and Chelsea are going to be worried..." He started but trailed off when her hand cupped his cheek. Her hands were calloused and warm against the sharp planes of his features.

"I'm sure they'll live." Jett muttered her voice barely above a whisper and suddenly she was leaning in. Hand sliding across his face to the back of his neck to gently pull his face to her own.

His heart had begun to beat so furiously that he could feel it throbbing in his lips.

There was a moment's hesitation, their lips mere millimetres away from each other. Her warm breath fanned his face and his heart jumped at the thought that she might decide to pull back.

Though, to his relief she closed the gap between them. Her lips, while slightly chapped, melded perfectly with his own.

Kayden had kissed a lot of girls before.

So it wasn't as if he was new to the scene. Not to mention, a majority of those kisses had been amazing— Chelsea, especially, knew how to do this thing with her tongue that he loved. Though, kissing Jett made him feel like an amateur once more. His heart pounded in his chest at an unhealthy pace and his hands travelled hesitantly over the planes of her body, unsure of where they wanted to settle on. He just wanted to touch every inch of her. If only to reassure himself that what he was experiencing was real.

As the kiss became more heated, his hands became more adventurous.

They found their way up her shirt, momentarily pausing over her toned skin to see if she had any objections. When she just deepened the kiss, he let his hands roam at their own will.

Jett's body felt exactly how he'd thought it would.

While she did have some curve to her figure she was mostly lean muscle. The planes of her body were marred only by the stray scar, some long and deep, as if inflicted by some sort of knife. Others were shorter, as if made by bullets grazing past the skin. When he made his way to the toned planes of her back his movements halted for a fraction of a second. This section of her skin was marred in the angry kind of way that could only have been done deliberately. The scars there were unlike her other ones, easily achieved within the chaos of a fight, but rather were inflicted as some sort of torture. As his fingers traced every ridge, a cold fury building in the pit of his stomach, he realised that they were probably the reason she had a tattoo.