At Her Mercy

Chapter 13: Be Honest

"Now you wanna love me, who knows what you'll find? / It won't be simple when I give you my heart"

song: Not My Ex x Jessie J
(last half of chapter)

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- MERCY's POV -

"He did what now?" She screeched rushing to the phone.

I groaned in exasperation face palming myself. As she un-paused the facetime video feed, I sunk further into the chair at Chase's kitchen table. I peered between my fingers at my phone and saw her starring wide eyed at me with a green face mask drying on her skin.

"Mercy Sofia Co-"

"Hey, calm down on the government name calling!" I hiss at her and she rolls her eyes back at me.

"Excuse me but I think I have a right, considering last we spoke you and Shawn weren't on good terms and now you're telling me he was sucking on your neck! Did he leave a hickey?"

"Keep your voice down!"

"For what? You said Chase wasn't home from work yet."

"Exactly, I said yet, meaning he could walk in any minute." I reminded her.

"Then squeal and tell me everything before he does!"

"Okay so..."

Slowly I peeled his fingers apart attempting to loosen his hold so I could slip from bed. I groaned in defeat for the fifth time this morning. My skin ran hot pressed against his bare torso which was unusual since the air around us was freezing.

I was only wearing an over-sized shirt and shorts and we were under a light blanket, if anything I should have been cold. I was nearly free to swing my legs over the edge of the mattress when he pulled me back in. I enjoyed this game the first couple times I tried. It was cute the way he refused to let me go and I loved having his arms around me.

I waited for his peaceful snoring to fill my eardrums to resume my mission. I was determined to escape his hold. Gently I tugged on his pinky with my own, it was the final finger preventing my escape. The limp pinky suddenly hooked in mine and his other hand traveled down to my waist gripping to pull my bottom half to his.

I could feel a faint trace of his lips on my skin causing a shiver to course through my bones. He planted a soft open mouth kiss at my neck and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. His lips weren't familiar, my skin didn't recognize them yet those lips knew my weak points. He held my backside close to him with his arm wrapped under my chest. His hand on my waist trailed down my hip to my bare thigh where his fingers danced in circles causing goosebumps to form.

His lips then attached to the most sensitive piece of skin on my neck making me moan, "Why do you keep trying to run from me?" He breathed into the crook of my neck. At the sound of his voice, I shot up off the bed like it was a trampoline ripping myself from his grasp.

"You jumped out of bed? You idiot!" she yelled at me when I finished explaining the morning I woke up in Shawn's bed. "That was your chance to-"

"I'm not an idiot, Sage. I'm with Chase."

"You've told me countless times that you're just sleeping together. When did it suddenly get serious?"

"It hasn't." I confess looking down at the table. "He's just a friend."

"A friend who you kiss, visit at work, cook for, buy things for, have sex with on a regular and oh, apparently curve Shawn fucking Mendes for?"

"So he's my friend with benefits. What's wrong with that?" I ask my best friend while shrugging my shoulders.