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and nodded as he moved to the side of the bed and climbed in, lifting the blanket for her to climb under and beside him. It felt strange to have someone in the bed beside her. But for the first time in years she actually felt safe and it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with a smile on her face.
    When the morning light trickled through the blinds, Chelsea woke with a start and flung her fist out when she felt the body pressed against hers. She heard the grunt as  her punch landed in the soft face of the intruder in her bed.
    “Chels, stop punching me” Mason said grabbing at her wrists.
    Chelsea flung her head to the side to see Mason’s cheek red from her fist. Instantly she sat and took his face in her hands.
    “Oh God, Mason I’m so sorry. I forgot that I was here. Oh fuck, are you hurt?” Chelsea said touching his cheek.
    Mason winced under her touch and pulled back. She frowned and felt tears begin to well up in her eyes. She hadn’t meant to hurt him, in her half sleep she thought it was Carl. Mason sat up and pulled her into his chest.
    “Don’t cry Chels, it’s alright. It doesn’t hurt too badly. Besides your teeny little fists couldn’t hurt me really” he said with a chuckle holding her hands up.
    Chelsea couldn’t hold back the giggle that fell from her lips as he continued to hug her. She looked up into his face and saw that the redness was starting to dissipate and felt relief wash through her. She would hate to have to explain to Knox that she had given his son a black eye. Chelsea reached out and touched his face again gingerly and was relieved when he didn’t wince. She continued to touch his cheek, running her fingers over the dark stubble that was starting to poke through Mason’s skin. She looked up into his eyes and watched them darken. Chelsea ran her fingers over Mason’s lips and felt him kiss each finger that touched his mouth. As she moved her hand over his chin, he caught her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing her hand and wrist. She sucked in a breath. Chelsea had never been touched so tenderly and it felt good. It caused her stomach to flip and she felt a sudden pulse race to the centre of her legs.
    Suddenly Chelsea wanted nothing more than to have Mason kissing her lips, her face and all over her body. She felt his kisses work down her arm until he got to the crook of her elbow, with his free arm he pulled her waist in closer to him. She sucked in a breath at the nearness of their bodies, her breasts were pressed against his chest as he continued to kiss up and down her arm. She couldn’t prevent the moan that escaped her lips as her eyes closed in pleasure. Chelsea instantly regretted it when it seemed to shake Mason out of his trance and drop her arm. He cleared his throat and looked away.  Chelsea felt rejected and hurt by the sudden loss of affection.
    “Did I do something wrong?” she asked sadly.
    Mason turned to face her and shook his head.
    “No, I did” he said standing awkwardly and leaving towards the bathroom.
    Chelsea listened as the shower was turned on. She flopped back onto Mason’s bed and covered her face with his pillow, breathing in his scent and pushing away her tears. She felt so naïve and juvenile. Most girls at seventeen had, had plenty of boyfriends, they were sexually active, but the closest Chelsea had to being kissed by a boy was right at that moment and it was just her arm.
    She sighed and tossed Mason’s pillow to the side running her hands up through her hair. She shut her legs tight still feeling the pounding that was going on between them a feeling she had never experienced before. She knew what it was and loved the feeling, she wanted to scratch the itch. More questions flooded her mind, was it too early? Did it make her a whore for wanting it so soon after everything? Chelsea groaned again, she felt so confused by all that had happened and all that was happening to her.
    When the bathroom door opened Mason was wrapped