You’re Mines and I’m Yours

"Good thing I showed up. You almost burned down your house," I tease Chester. I flip the pancake in the pan.

After clearing out the smoke and realizing we were both hungry, I decided to make something since Chester couldn't.

Plus, I can't really make much, so I decided to make pancakes. It's simple and easy.

I don't hear an answer from Chester and I turn to check on him. I catch him checking out my exposed back.

"Chester, you have no shame," I say while shaking my head. He snaps out of his daze and I see a blush creep up his cheeks.

"Why did you come? I thought you were mad at me," he asks, switching the subject. I drop the stacks of pancakes onto two plates and walk over to him at the table.

"I was mad. I even consider ripping off your cast and breaking your arm again for your stupidity, but I decided against it. I just had to remember that you're a dumb ass and that you'd probably realize it afterwards."

He nods his head.

"I guess I deserve that. I am a dumb ass and I should really get that checked out," he tells me and I give him a smile.

"I think you really can't help, but try to push me away. You have to realize I'm here to stay. I'm not going anywhere," I say in a soft voice.

"I really am sorry," he says.

"You should be sorry for yourself. You let stupid Max break your arm."

"I know. I'm a loser," he says sarcastically. I sit down on his lap and his eyes widen in surprise.

"Yeah, you are a loser, but you're my loser. Remember that, because next time you hide something from me, it's your death," I warn him.

Our faces are close to each other's now and I stare him right in the eyes.

"I understand, Sparrow. I give you permission to kill me if I ever hurt you again," he says sincerely.

I get a feeling deep in my stomach. Butterflies? I've felt it before, but not as strong.

I look at him as he gazes at every part of my face. His hand comes up and he runs his fingers through my hair.

Jamie helped me cut it. I needed a change.

I can feel my cheeks heating up and I see his eyes pause on my lips. I bite my lip in anticipation.

I want him to just grab my face in kiss me. I'd beg, but I have dignity.

"I'm convinced you know the power you hold over me," I hear him whisper. His thumb grazes my bottom lip and releases it from the hold of my teeth.

His eye color turns into a deep gray and his voice draws me in.

I'm tired of waiting for him to give in to my seduction and I grab him by the hair. I pull him closer and land my lips on his pillow, soft ones.

He takes my breath away immediately. His arms go arm my waist and pulls me in closer. He breaks away for a second.

"What about prom? You didn't want to go," he asks. "You bought a dress and everything."

"Forget about prom. I want to be here with you," I whisper against his lips and start impatiently kissing him again.

He gives in. The kiss is suffocating, but in a good way. He catches me by surprise when he hitches me up higher and stands up with me in his arms.

I gasp, but he muffles it with his mouth. I feel him do something behind me with his broken arm and then I hear things crash onto the floor.

"Did you just throw our dinner on the floor," I ask him in disbelief. He sits me down on the kitchen table.

"Let's be honest. Pancakes for dinner? It's not even a real meal," he says.

"Well, you could have said that an hour ago. I wouldn't have wasted time making it," I scream at him.

He gives me a frown.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes and stands between my legs. We stare into each other's eyes in a moment of silence. We both start laughing over our stupid fight.

"Did you really have to make a mess though," I ask and look at the mess of pancakes on the floor. At least they were on paper plates. No broken glass.

Chester scratches the back of his neck and blushes.

"Sorry. I was in the mood. Haven't you seen people do that in movies?"

"You're an idiot," I tell him and kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm hoping college will make me smarter," he says with a proud smile.

I pause for second. I hadn't thought about it before, but Chester will be graduating soon and I still have a year left of high school.

I've never asked him about any of his plans after he graduates or what'll happen to us. The reality is, I don't know what's going to happen in a couple months after he graduates.

That makes me scared.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Chester snaps me out of my thoughts. He must've noticed I went quiet. I hide it with a seductive smile.

"I was just thinking about everything I want to do with you. Finish off what we started."

It's not completely a lie. I want to make every moment count with Chester. Starting today, I wanted our relationship to be nothing but passionate.

I do something bold. I kiss Chester's neck. He tries to hide his groan, but it's clear as day. He wants me as bad as I want him.

"How about we go up to your room," I whisper in his ear. His breathing goes shallow.

"Only if you really want to," he says. I break away from him and stand on my feet.

"I want to." I start walking to the stairs and I hear him follow behind me. When I get close to the first step, I'm wiped off my feet.

"Chester, what are you doing," I ask him, laughing. He gives me a smile.

"If we're doing this, we're doing this right." Those words warm my heart.

He pushes open his bedroom door and closes it behind us.

"I want you to feel loved because you deserve it," he tells me softly. He sits me down on his bed.

"Are you saying that you love me," I tease him in a joking, but also serious say. For the first time ever, his face is filled with giddy at the mention of love.

"Yes. That's what I'm saying. I love you little sparrow. I love you Spencer Kingsley." I freeze when I finally hear those words come out of his mouth.

I've been waiting to hear that from him for a long time. It's all I ever wanted. I'm speechless.

"Say something," he says, looking a little freaked out by my silence. Finally a smile breaks out on my face.

"I love you, Chester," I whisper out. This time, he initiates the kiss, but it's not rough and full of impatience like the one down stairs.

It's slow and passionate. He's showing that he wants to take his time. It's filled with love.

I lay back with him on top of me and feel him trail his kisses down to my neck.

"Are you sure you want to do this," he asks me for the second time tonight. He lifts up his head and looks me in the eyes.

"Yes. As long as this means we're back together."

"You're mine and I'm yours," he says and the night of passion begins.