The night {Colifer fan fiction}

Chapter 29: Atlanta (part IV)

Jen's POV

The next morning I was woken up by Colin's annoying alarm clock. I groaned in frustration and buried my head in the pillow.

"Turn it off!" I complained, my voice muffled by the soft fabric against my face.

It suddenly stopped beeping so I assumed Colin was awake. I shot my head up to look at him.

"Good morning." he said, with a grin.

"Morning." I said back and got up in an instant.

I started gathering my clothes that were scattered all around the wooden floor. I shortly stopped and looked up at him. He was already staring. Of course he was.

"Can I go back to my room this time, or you are still not done with me?" I asked seductively.

A faint smile formed on his lips before he got up and approached me. He studied my still-naked body up close for a few more seconds and then lifted his gaze to meet mine.

"I wanna throw you back in my bed and never let you leave." he said softly.

I swallowed nervously and opened my mouth, trying to say something, but nothing came out. If he stared at me any harder, I would end up being the one throwing him on that bed.

"I'm kidding. You are allowed to go back to your room under one condition; I come along with you." he said, breaking me out of my sinful thoughts.

I didn't say anything, just went across the other side of the room. I picked up his pair of jeans and tossed them to his direction. He raised his right hand and caught them, just in time to avoid them hitting him on the face.

"Get dress so we can go." I said and started getting dressed myself.

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"Are you seriously going to wear this?" he questioned, pointing to the plain black dress I had just put on.

I looked at him through the mirror.

"Yeah." I confirmed casually.

He approached me and placed his hand on my shoulder, slowly turning me around to face him.

"No you're not!" he exclaimed.

I shot him a confused glare.

"It barely covers your thighs, not to mention the cut on the front, which practically leaves nothing to the imagination." he ranted on.

It took all the strength I had in me to not burst out into laughter at that exact moment. He was so cute when he was jealous.

"My my, the mighty Colin O'Donoghue is jealous." I teased crossing my arms on my chest.

He let go of me, ran his fingers furiously through his hair and sighed heavily. I was just standing there, looking at him and awaiting his reaction.

"You're driving me mad." he admitted through gritted teeth.

"But isn't that a good thing?" I asked innocently.

"Jen, I don't like people looking at you. You are mine and I'm quite possessive when it comes to my women." he explained.

"Women, huh? Are there more of them than just me?" I asked supposedly offended.

"No, you know what I mean. Now, could you please change into something less revealing?" he asked in a desperate tone.