STOLEN

Chapter 29

*Author's note*

Like I said: two chapters today! I can never thank you guys enough for this milestone! I'm so humbled! And I love you guys!

Again, go read "Needs." By ckingbieber, her story is so good and it's only two chapters in, I'm obsessed already, and you WILL be too! (It is ofc a Jason McCann fanfiction if you should be wondering).

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Chelsea's POV:

Having laid in Jason's bed for several hours had grown exhaustingly boring. There was nothing for me to do when I was alone. No where to go, no one to talk to, and sadly today was one of those days. To say that I hadn't done much would be an understatement.

A few moments were spent outside when I felt like fresh air would be good for me, but never stayed out for long as it was growing colder day by day. Snow was falling more and more often and in thicker and thicker layers.

My hand gently caressed the throbbing bruise on the left side of my ribcage. When outside, I had slipped on the wooden stairs due to a thin, invisible layer of ice laying under the snow that I had gently removed with a broomstick that I found in the backyard belonging to the house. I had fallen and reached for the railing on the stair, but my ribcage crashed into it with all my weight on top of it, causing excruciating pain.

Though the swelling had eased after about an hour with an ice pack, it still hurt like hell. I hope Jason won't think too much of it. He'd been slightly protective since I fell through the lake a mere couple of days ago.

Jason had granted me the pleasure of revealing a playful side of himself lately. A side that I liked and enjoyed the company of.

The door downstairs busted open and two recognizable voices sounded throughout the house. Tyler and Andrew. I couldn't hear Jason, but I knew he was there.

It felt as if his presence was detected in my body and suddenly, my blood felt a few degrees warmer. My skin stared to tingle under the knowledge of his closeness. So close, yet so far. Psychically and mentally.

The suffocating fact that I knew nothing about Jason except for his looks and name his me like a brick, but it was an unpleasant thought, and I immediately pushed it away. Jason would open up to me in time. I knew he would.

"You're home," I spoke in a joyful voice as I swung my legs carefully out of bed, afraid to make a twist in my upper body that would cause my bruise to hurt more than it already did.

The sternness of Jason's face fell slowly as he closed the door behind him and threw his jacket on the floor. "I am." We met each other in front of the always unlit fireplace that fit so well in his room. I wished one day he would light it, and we'd lay in bed and just talk. "Finally." He uttered and took a hold of my hands and laid them around his neck.

"Missed me?" I spoke in a stupid attempt at seeming interesting and mysterious, but when Jason chuckled his boyish chuckle, I knew he saw how hard I was trying.

"Not as much as you missed me." His low voice roared close to my ear as he laid his hands at the small of my back and pulled me closer. So close his muscular chest pressed up against mine. So close that my lips brushed over the skin of his neck as his did on mine.