STOLEN

Chapter 37

*Author's note*

So today is Friday which means I have another chapter for you guys! Now today's chapter is a liiiittle tiny bit different than the rest, but I hope you like it either way!
Let me know what you guys think!
Until Tuesday guys!

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*warning - sexual content*

Chelsea's POV:

Having gone back downstairs after the little show was a tad bit embarrassing since Andrew and Tyler both witnessed me and Jason's little fight.

A couple of glares were exchanged before Jason finally somewhat apologized to Andrew for acting up like that. Andrew seemed unaffected by Jason's blow-up however, which was nice, but I'd guess since he seems to know Jason well that he had been through it a couple of times before.

They even bro-hugged it out which made me smile slightly. Jason always seemed like such a hard-ass, and he hardly ever showed any affectionate or appreciative emotions, but I had no doubt that Andrew and Tyler meant a lot to him. Like he had told me before: "they might be imbeciles, and they are, but I guess they're my bros either way." Which was Jason's way of saying he cared for them.

One night where Jason and I were both unable to fall asleep, he had even explained how Tyler was like an annoying little brother to him, and Andrew like an even more annoying older brother. And that was right about the sweetest things he ever said about them in my presence.

The rest of the day had gone pretty smoothly actually. Andrew and Tyler ran a few errands while Jason stayed home with me and did nothing. We watched some tv, I gave myself permission to lay down and place my head in Jason's lap. He didn't seem to mind, he didn't tell to move at least. Quite the opposite actually, Jason had been carefully running his large fingers through the lengths of my hair while watching the tv. I don't think he even noticed that he was doing it, but it felt great either way.

Meanwhile Jason had been watching tv, I allowed myself to let my mind drift off to something that had crossed my mind a few times over the course of the past days: my virginity.

Yes, these past few days I had been thinking about my virginity, and I had been thinking about giving it away. Or more specifically, giving it away to Jason.

Of course I had not spoken to Jason about it, because it was a decision I needed to make on my own, and even though I didn't know much about Jason, I couldn't deny how much I liked him or how badly I wanted him to be the one to take my virginity. Sappy right? But true, however.

My desire for Jason had grown as I had come to realize that I felt ready, but it also made me incredibly nervous. I was clueless as to any of these things and Jason was experienced, obviously, which led my mind to think a few uncomfortable thoughts.

What if you suck in bed? What if it's the most awkward moment in your life? What if he hates it? I mean he said he hasn't done it with a lot of virgins? There must be a reason for that right?

I sat on the bed in the bedroom and picked at some dry skin on my lips while I let my thoughts flow freely, which probably wasn't the best idea, but it was too late to stop it now. Goosebumps covered my legs up and down as the room was cold and I was only in Jason's t-shirt and my underwear. Jason was in the bathroom brushing his teeth which I had already done.

Pathetic little me had even pulled a typical chick-flick move. Oh yea. In the bathroom, I had done my absolute best to make my hair a little more voluminous and pinched my cheeks to look a little flushed and alive. I know, hopeless.