Chosen

Chapter Eleven - Rain Drop, Drop Top

|| Capella ||

I give Jason a little look. Jason gives me a little look back. We thank Liam for his help, and he waves goodbye with something other than his hands. Kinda like a helicopter.

As Jason and I exit the jeweller's shed, we notice that the sky has begun to darken. I stare at my reflection in a muddy puddle, and notice my eyes begin to change colour. They're now vermillion.

A raindrop drops onto my muddy puddle, distorting my beautiful reflection. Jason appears next to me.

"Cappie, it is going to rain soon. We should go find some shelter."

"No one calls me Cappie," I say, blushing. My face turns as red as a slice of salami. Italian salami though, not Spanish.

Jason grins bashfully. "Yes. I like giving nicknames to objects." He bats his eyelashes in a sexy moany raspy way.

"Omg! I do that too! I love objectifying!"

The rain begins to rain harder, moistening my golden-brown locks. I'm not like other girls.

"Cappie! You're getting wet," Jason exclaims. "Here, take this!" He pulls off his sexy leather jacket and places it around my shoulders.

I moan. Really quietly though. Like a mini moan. Together, we run away to find shelter from the oncoming storm.

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We stumble across a street of seemingly abandoned houses. Massive mansions line either side of the road, with thick vines snaking up their walls. They remind me of Jason's veins. I moan again.

Jason swaggers to the nearest mansion. He kicks the double doors open with ease, then holds the doors open for me to walk in. The moment I step inside, I feel that we have to leave.

"Jason, I don't like this place. It doesn't pass the vibe check," I complain.

"Capella, it is raining. We have to stay inside somewhere!" he says.

"But the vibes! I'm not vibing!"

I storm out of the house and stand in the middle of the road. Within seconds, my clothes get soaked through.

Jason chases after me. "Cappie! Come back! You will get sick if you stand in the rain for too long!"

I glance back at him. In the moonlight, he is absolutely stunning. The rain has soaked through his shirt, making it see-through. Wait, no, he isn't wearing a shirt. Thank god, it makes the view so much better.

He runs a hand through his dark hair, the movement making his biceps pop. I skim my eyes over his torso and take in his 8 abs. The moonlight seeping through the dark clouds bounces off his abs. Raindrops run down his chest towards his dick veins, defining each and every crevice on his godlike body. Oh, how I wish I could be a droplet on his body.

Staring at his abs, I begin to hear a chorus of angels singing. That's how glorious the abs are. Wait, no. That's me singing. He's just so sexy. Too sexy. His sexiness is overwhelming, and my knees begin to buckle. The raw power of his abs makes my head feel light.

And then I faint.