STOLEN

Chapter 24

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Chelsea's POV:

"You done or wha-" I cut Jason off by pulling the curtain to the dressing room. He looked down at me with a serious look on his face. Jason wasn't exactly the patient type of guy.

I simply looked up at him with a relaxed face and the clothing that I liked hung sloppily over my arm. The Adam's apple in Jason's throat moved a slight bit up and down as he swallowed down.

"Well doesn't this seem familiar?" He rasped after a short while and clenched his jaw into it's usual position. Wonder if he even notice that he clenches his jaw so often.

There was something about the way Jason would look down at me, when he was there in front of me. He had the most intense face I had ever seen, but despite it's intensity I never seemed to be able to decipher what was on his mind, the way he always could with me.

"Breathe darling," he whispered softly and pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face. My heart clenched itself in a tight hug. My lungs did the same and squeezed the remaining air out against my will.

The air I wanted to breathe was stuck in my throat, and my ability to do anything at all had gotten lost under Jason's gaze. What are you doing to me?

Jason's eyes suddenly darted away from mine. He turned his head the slightest little bit, but it was enough for me to study his jawline for a second, before I too, turned my head to see what had caught Jason's attention.

A middle aged woman stood a good twenty feet from us, and by the looks of it she was looking at us, studying our intense situation.

Before I could register anything, I jerked back into the changing room, Jason still right in front of me, but not for long until he pushed me against the mirror on the wall and crashed our lips together.

The weight of the clothes on my arm disappeared as fabric landed on the floor. I was too lost to care. Too lost in Jason and his demanding kiss.

The kiss was impatient. Jason wasted no time building up the kiss as he slid his soft tongue out of his mouth and licked my bottom lip before sucking it between his teeth and biting down on it.

"Jason..." I whispered when he let it go, my chest rising and falling like I had ran a marathon. My body temperature had peaked under his affection and my otherwise contained thoughts and feelings had now been scattered in an explosion of tiny butterfly shrapnels, their wings gently tickling the inside of my skin. The places where his skin touched mine, the butterfly tickles were more intense.

The butterfly tickling moved under my skin as Jason's lips traced across my cheek and jaw to my ear. I let out a sigh when his lips delicately brushed against my earlobe, making me lean my head back against the mirror. I grew weak under him, strengthened him with my own unknown desire.

Oxygen seemed to revive the air when Jason pulled his captivating self further away from me. My eyes fluttered open and met his. There were teasing sparks of darkness in his eyes. His eyes contained the type of darkness that you know you ought to stay away from, but you still let it lure you in.

"I would say I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I'd be lying." In that case I'd love the way he lied. Jason was phenomenal at keeping a straight face, but right now even he couldn't have lied about how he felt about us in this changing room. His eyes gave him away, betrayed his perfectly straight poker face.