STOLEN

Chapter 15

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Chelsea's POV:

When I woke up this morning, my "bed" felt rather cold. In my dreams, I had woken up next to him. I had woken up to him with an arm around my waist. I was both terrified and shook by my dreams, my mind had to be playing games with me.

I had been trying to wrap my head around last night. I mean what the hell happened? I wasn't even exactly sure why I kissed him in the first place. His lips just looked so soft, and I couldn't help myself. Urges and desires took over and before I knew it I had pressed my lips to his in a small peck.

My heart started racing and the mere thought of how he pulled me back in for another kiss. How he held onto me eagerly, and how his lips devoured mine. Conquered them like they were savage land and he was a great explorer.

My heart raced rapidly by the thought of his strong hands on my waist. The way his grip on me firmed the more he deepened his dominating kiss. My lips still tingled at the slight trace of his soft ones that were still on mine.

I had spend most of the morning watching him outside as he punched vigorously at the punchbag in the garden. Sometimes he's hit it so hard I was afraid his hands would break, but he never even flinched the slightest bit. The deep frustration radiated off of his body in forms of little sweat drops. How can anybody sweat in this cold?

My guess was that he was through the mill over the kiss. After all he did dismiss me last night after having lavished my lips dominantly.

He confused me.

One second he pulled me to him, the next he pushed me away. But he only pulled me closer physically. I'm sure the kiss wasn't to him, what it was to me, at all. For weeks I had been asking myself if there was type of humanity in this man. Sure he had helped me out a few times, and he was nice here and there, but when you'd look into his eyes, all you'd find was darkness and emptiness.

I drifted off to the night where we gave me his shirt and the blanket. For a second there his eyes softened, a small, but very distant shard of care appeared in his orbs. That tiny shard gave me hope. Hope for him.

I had previously denied any type of affection towards him. Any way he made me feel, because it was wrong. Because he shouldn't be making me feel that way, but he did.

Oh boy he did.

But now, after that kiss, there was no more denial left in my body. There was no convincing myself that I should fight against whatever my body wanted to feel, because after that kiss, I felt swept off my feet. His kiss was so demanding. It felt like he needed to kiss me more than he wanted to kiss me. And no matter how unsettling it might sound, that made me feel some type of way.

The door to the room was suddenly knocked on, and soon after it gently pushed open. His face appeared behind the door as he gently opened it. Jason.

I hadn't spoken to him since yesterday night, and with good reason since he - very obviously - did not have any interest in talking after crashing my lips with his. Maybe he was sorry for getting so upset with me, part of me hoped so. Part of me hoped that he would apologize and just sit here and talk with me, maybe even hold my hand for a split second before changing his mind. Part of me wanted him to pull me in for another kiss.