Page 29 of Stolen Kiss

“I think I’ve got you covered.”

Jason dropped his head and pressed his lips to her mouth lightly, grazing back and forth. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he said over the lips.

He toyed with her some more until she opened her mouth. She wasn’t a fan of morning kisses before teeth cleaning butsomehow, Jason made it all okay. He swiped inside her mouth, sealing their lips and he hauled her half on his body as he reclined back into her mattress. Things were getting heated when she brought a thigh up and over his legs.

“Heidi, are you awake yet? You need to get your arse down here,” Freya bellowed from the bottom of the stairs.

Heidi pulled back from her make-out session and sat up astride Jason’s thighs.

“I need to get ready,” she said.

“Yeah,” Jason sighed. “Can I see you tomorrow night? Maybe we could go for a drink?”

“Okay, I’d like that.”

Jason dazzled her with his smile and she clambered off his lap and thudded along the bare wooden floors to the top of the stairs.

“What’s got you excited?” Heidi called down the stairs.

Freya appeared with a half-eaten roast potato in her hand, the other half in her mouth. “They’re so good,” she said emphasising the last word.

“How many have you had?”

“Six, but I reckon I could go for a seventh.”

Heidi looked back to Jason who was now sitting up reading the paper like he’d always been in her bedroom. He glanced her way and nodded that it was all good.

“She has her own tray. The rest are out of reach,” he said quietly.

“Is that possible?” Heidi asked.

Jason nodded to the foot of the bed. Heidi when back in to her bedroom and rounded the bed to the foot and saw a large plastic box filled with roasties.

“Smart.”

“I have siblings,” he answered like that explained everything.

It did.

“When I come out of the shower, you need to be out of this room so I can get ready.”

“I’ve seen it before, Heidi.”

“You’ve seen twenty-two-year-old me, not thirty-three-year-old me.”

“You haven’t aged a day.”

“Just be out of here.”

“Okay,” he said and shook out his paper. “I promise,” he added when she didn’t move.

Heidi trudged to the top of the stairs and called down to Freya she’d be ready in half an hour. And true to her word she was. When she got downstairs, Jason was hugging the box and Freya was eyeing up how to get it out of his grasp.

“He can cook,” Freya said.

“I know, he’s a chef.”

“He might have to make potatoes every Sunday.”

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