The Jacket Snatcher

Chapter 2- Is This a Joke?

At first, my mind is too caught off-guard to even function. Instead, my stupid hormones take over and I start kissing him back. My lips mold with his and my hands somehow find their way up to his shoulders. I feel him chuckle at my reaction, a deep throaty sound as he continues the kiss. His hands come to rest on my hips, and I immediately snap back into reality.

I put my hands against his chest and shove hard.

My shove manages to get him off of me, but before he can get very far away, I reach out and yank him back, attempting to pull the jacket off again.

"Whoa, whoa! Calm down there. I mean, I know I'm a good kisser, but you can't just rip my clothes off in the middle of an airport." I notice for the first time that he has an accent. Is that Australian? Please, God, let the answer be no.

He smirks at me, and I notice his lip ring. Oh, so that's what that was. A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the feeling of the cool metal against my mouth. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. Get a grip, Steph.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is, but you can't just go around stealing random girl's jackets and kissing them." I cross my arms, finally realizing that all the pulling in the world is not going to get me my jacket back.

"Sure I can."

I blink at his response. "Who do you think you are?"

His grin tips crookedly. "I'm—"

He's cut off by more commotion out in the hallway. My eyes follow his, and I see a few figures wearing hoods huddled in the middle of a crowd. The first things I notice are the guys around them with cameras. Then, my attention is pulled to the small army of teenage girls tagging along. That must be the source of the excited chattering.

I can feel the stranger beside me tense up and get closer. I read his body language and start to panic.

"Oh, no! No way are you kissing me again!" I throw my hands up in front of me for protection.

He huffs, flustered for the first time during this whole encounter. "Fine. Just hug me or something, and then I'll give you back your stupid hoodie."

Without waiting for agreement, he leans in again, this time dodging sideways so that our cheeks are touching, but not our lips. His mouth is right next to my ear and I can both hear and feel his ragged breaths. I guess he's not as cool and collected as he puts off. His arms wrap around me and I find my body pressed against his chest. Not sure what to do with my own hands, but finding it very uncomfortable to have them trapped between our bodies, I allow them to hang loosely around his waist.

We stand there awkwardly for a few more seconds until the sound of heavy footsteps and teenage chatter dies down.

"Thanks," he whispers. His lips brush across my cheek as he says the words, so lightly that I'm not even sure if they touched at all or if it was just his breath. Either way, the feeling sends another shiver through my body.

He pulls back and starts to tug at the sleeves of the hoodie, but stops. He takes the Raybans from his face and meets my eyes, a look of pleading in them. It's then, staring back into his bright blue eyes that I realize that I have definitely seen him before; I just can't place where. I'm not going to lie--I'm pretty intrigued by all of this. Disturbed. But intrigued all the same.

"Can I please just keep it? I need it." His voice is low and the accent softens his words in an adorable way, picking away at my resolve.

Pull yourself together, Steph! This guy's a Class A tool.

"No."

"I could just walk off you know. I doubt you'd be able to convince anyone that this jacket, which obviously belongs to a guy, is yours and not mine. Especially since it seems to fit me perfectly. And we both know you can't get it off me." He chuckles. "At least not the way you were trying. There is a much more fun way we could try though."