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Chapter 9

Jessie's P.O.V. Later that Night

"Jessie! Jessie!" I heard an excited voice call from down the hallway.

"What?! What?!" I called back, mocking the naïve voice. As I jumped up in my seat, Cole burst through the door, his white button down shirt. Half unbuttoned, showing parts of his chest. Blood rushed through my body, a warm heat rising to my cheeks. I covered my face with my sandy hair and desperately tried not to show any of my embarassed emotions. As I looked up through my dollop of hair, I noticed, now looking more closely, that his shirt had a massive rip in it.

"Ummm, your shirt is a bit ripped. Need a new one?" I asked, my face turning a few shades redder. I kept my head down to make sure he couldn't notice how red I was.

"I think I'll be good, for now." he whispered in my ear, hot breath swnding shivers down my spine. For the first time, I was completely frozen from the mixed emotions. Excitement. Embarassment. Lust. My heart was beating faster than a childs on an energy drink.

"How fortunate that "Daddy" let me stay the night." he growled in my ear. I turned my face to look at him, just to make sure this wouldn't turn into another dreaded tickle war. Sure enough, a cheeky smirk was plastered to his face in a playful way and his eyes held a mysterious glint. Being this close to him, I noticed the nearly invisisble freckles sprinkled onto his face and the overwhelming amount of energy his eyes held.

"Can I help you?" I said nervously, my voice higher than usual. I cleared my throat, hoping to choke down my nerves.

"As a matter of fact, you can." Damn he's hot. Wait, what?

"Oh really? What do you need help with?"

"Well, you can help me with this pesky shirt."

"No manners?" I teased.

"Please!" he begged, folding his hands and enlarging his eyes.

"Since you so kindly asked," I said, slowly getting up and sitting behind him, letting my hands glide down his smooth chest. Halfway down his chest, almost at his button, he gently stopped my hand.

"C'mon don't be so nervous red-cheeks." I ignored him completely, reaching his button's, gently tugging them free from the shirts hold, finally slipping them all out of their holes and slipping his shirt off.

"Thank you ma'am. Now come in fromt of me so I can see your beautiful face." he sternly, yet lovingly said. I traipsed over to him,watching him stretch and yawn. As his arms flew out to his side, I couldn't help but stare at his sic-pack and sculpted figure.

"I'm so tired! Better slip into some PJ's." He calmly said, standing up and pulling his black jeans off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. The temperature felt like is was rising dramatically. He pulled me into him and put his hand over mine, guiding it to his heart.

"Feel this? This is where all my love for you is stored. I know we didn't exactly start off as the most loving couple, but I'm determined to make it all right. And I swear that I'll be here for you. Forever and always." I then took his hand and guided it over to my heart.

"And this," I said motioning to my heart,"is confused as all hell right now." I must have taken him off gaurd because the look of pure confusion was on his face. So I continued.

"This wants to know why. Why you like me. Why you didn't just reject me and leave before, and why you didn't choose someone else."