Something To Believe In

Part 25: Jenna's Point of View

His smirk taunted me.

"Ayye, for you Mason, we'll make it seven minutes!" He glanced at the guy who said that and shot him a thumbs up.

I sat there with a shocked expression on my face, unable to move. A chuckled escaped the corners of Mason's lips as he grabbed my hand, helping me up. His hand dropped from mine once I was on my feet and he began walking to the closet.

My legs were wobbly, like rubber as I stumbled to the closet. If you didn't know me, you would probably think I were drunk. I can't believe I'm doing this. Mason couldn't believe it either, his quizzical smirk grew on his face as he watched me get up and follow him to the closet.

His hand reached out and opened the door. Mason stepped in, but my feet stopped at the entrance. I can't do this.

"Come here." He said. His words, and the way he said he said them, all husky and quiet, made me start to sweat. I was so nervous. I had butterflies flying around inside of my stomach.

I stood in the open doorway, unable to move. Mason sighed with a slight grin playing on his lips and stepped closer to me. Very gently, he took my hand and pulled me out of the threshold and silently closed the door.

My head was swimming with my thoughts sporadic and confused. But that was nothing compared to my heart. It was twisting, turning, and thumping like a scrambling mess.

The closet was dark. I felt Mason's hot breath hit my neck. "Ate we really going to do this?" He whispered into my ear. His hot breath made me woozy and lightheaded.

"N-no. We don't have to do this." Then I added, just trying to be diplomatic, since he was being sweet. You know, giving me the option and everything. "I mean, if you don't want to."

Mason flicked the light on, lighting up his tempting, luscious lips. Making me melt, though he had no idea that's what he was doing.

"I want to." He said softly.

"Oh." I squeaked, suddenly a shivering wreck. The way he said that had me over the moon.

Mason backed me up against the door he just closed, pinning me there, but in a half playful, half seductive way that had my knees weak and my heart fluttering.

"Hey, take it easy." He muttered softly, like I was a wild horse that needed to be soothed so I didn't run away. His fingers lightly stroked my hair.

"I'm not going to hurt you, sophomore. I promise."

I promise, those words echoing through my head. I had never heard Mason Parker make a promise before.

His hands, just touching me, was like electricity shooting through my body. My breath caught and I made this slight moaning sound. It was incredibly embarrassing and yet, I couldn't focus on it or anything that was happening. All I could think about was his lips. They looked so soft and pink and shiny.

My head was swimming. Gripping the door behind me for support, I wondered if I was going to faint. It seemed like I might, or have a heart attack. Something dramatic and outrageous like that.

I squeezed my eyes shut, wondering what it would be like to kiss Mason for real. Would it be like out on the hockey rink? Rough and tough? Would he give me whiplash? Somehow, I didn't think so. If his was anything like his touch just now, or like in my junior high lacking dreams, (Yes, I used to dream about kissing Mason)., I was going to explode and die from delight.

Full of curiosity, I leaned in for the kiss. There was nothing. No mouth crashing down onto mine. No, I love you Jenna, confessed into my ear. Nothing. I leaned in further and waited.




And waited.





Nothing .. still.

Curiously, I peeked my eyes open just a squint, wondering what was up. But afraid that my face was right next me his. It wasn't.

Mason was just watching me, his seductive black eyes glistening. Like he knew my every thought. Hr gave me a husky laugh and then drew his soft, pink lips against mine, just brushing them. Lightly and tenderly.

I tensed up and moved a bit. Not much, but still, I jerked. Maybe because it felt so good.

"Relax." Mason's sexy, pink lips hovered over mine, just barely, teasing me, making me yearn. "I'm not going to hurt you." His voice was gentle, seductive, with just a touch of amusement.

He backed me up against the door again, bringing his warm hands to either side of my face. Gentle, gentle, gentle.

Then his hot mouth pressed against mine for real. Tenderly, in a soft, sweet, and tentative kiss. I felt tingled all the way down to my toes.

His kiss. So tender and warm and perfect. Things heated up quickly though. They went from warm and toasty to sizzling.

Mason tangled his large, fervent hands in my hair, his lips becoming passion-filled as he drew me even closer. His seductive velvet tongue entwining, searching, tantalizing, his kisses growing with intensity until I was positive my heart was going to exploded

Heat rushed through my entire body. This moment, this experience. It was so intense and breathtaking. Strong, trouble-making Mason turning tender and passionate. It had me weak in the knees.

Before long, he had to hold me up to keep me from toppling to the floor because I was gone. My brain, my body, my heart, every part of me was melted into a puddle of his heat.

"You okay?" Mason pulled away slightly to study my face. His fingers lightly stroking my hair. Already I missed his hot mouth against mine, I was yearning to have it back.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. I was embarrassed that I couldn't stand steady without his help. "Yeah. You're just a-a really good kisser." A fire burned inside me.

I was thankful it was dark in her so he couldn't see how red I was. Or at least I hope he couldn't.

Mason made a small laughing sound, then his soft, cupid-like lips were on mine again. Totally giving me seven minutes in heaven.

When the time was up, the door flung open, bright light poured into the closet. Mason groaned, giving me one last kiss and then he pulled away. Making me ache for him to come back, to hold me longer, to hold me forever.

His forehead leaned against mine even as his friends cheered in the open doorway, whooping and chanting as if he'd made a goal on the ice. His lips lingered toward my ear.

"That went by way too fast."