STOLEN

Chapter 32

*Author's Note*

Hey guys, welcome to this Tuesday's chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this very much.

Ily, until Friday loves.

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Chelsea's POV:

A soft, gentle hand ran carefully, almost as if afraid to comprise me, through the lengths of my hair. Gradually I started noticing my head rising and falling at the rhythm of a chest heaving carefully up and down, still breaths.

"Mm," I mumbled almost in complaint that I had woken up from my dream. I wanted it to never end.

In my dream I was Jason's, and his only. Well, in reality I guess I kinda was too. But there was no label on it. In my dream, he had called me his girl, introduced me as his girlfriend to his parents. A real teenage dream.

I ran my tired fingertips over soft, warm skin. Still keeping my eyes closed, hoping that if I just relaxed a little more, I could go back to my dream.

"Are you gonna keep pretending to be asleep?" A raspy voice soothed ever so gently, breaking the silence.

"I was hoping to," I admitted and giggled at my own ridiculous attempt at falling back asleep. I was never one for falling back asleep, but it was just so comfortable, laying here in Jason's arms. I never wanted to get up.

He chuckled a little and so did I. Before I was able to stop me from completely making a fool of myself, I had placed a soft, lingering kiss on Jason's cross tattoo, in the middle of his chest. Never have I wanted to slap myself so hard.

Jason stiffened for a moment, but quickly softened again. Even though I couldn't see his face, I liked imagining that there was a little smile on his lips. That he liked my little act of affection.

He said nothing, but gave me a light squeeze. It was a small action, but it was enough to put a smile on my face. I returned the little reassuring squeeze.

"You know, instead of kissing my chest you could move your ass up here and kiss my lips," he suggested, and I lifted myself up to look at him, finding him with a cocked up brow and a smirk on his lips.

I couldn't quite believe my own ears. Was Jason McCann asking for a kiss?

I smiled at how boyish he could be at times. How regular he could be considering how tough and held back he usually was. I just loved seeing him relaxed. "Say please." I teased and pursed my lips a little, giving him a daring glare. It was a test, and I think he saw right through me.

"Oh I never plead baby doll," he winked and wrapped his strong arms around me and in a swift moment he had me under him. His strong, lean body hovering above mine. "Now about that kiss?" He once again suggested and leaned down to me.

For a second I thought he was going to kiss me, but he stopped when our lips touched, and simply brushed his lips carefully against mine. "Kiss. Me." He demanded. The authority in his voice made my body stir and beg for more. I don't know why I loved his dominance so much. I just did.

"Don't get cranky with me now," I giggled and puckered my lips out a little, slightly connecting our lips.

Even the light pressure of his lips against mine was too much for me to handle. I felt mostly like a junkie and he was my fix. The slightest taste of him and I wanted more immediately.

Pulling his lips away from mine, I knew Jason was testing me, and he knew I wanted more.

I laid both of my hands at the back of his neck and pulled him back down to me, giving in to his demand. Did I pass the test? I don't know, and I don't care.