Chloe's POV

It was wrong, it felt weird, but I found myself melting into the kiss instead.

It felt different from the ones I'd ever had with Shawn and my other ex. It made me so curious that I closed my eyes and started to suck on his lower lip.

I expected it to taste as bitter as the alcohol he had drunk, but there was a minty, bittersweet taste that had me enchanted instead.

But when he introduced his tongue into my mouth, I pulled back.

"We can't be doing this, Jayden," I said with my hand on his chest, but he only smirked and loosened his button.

"Don't you want to know why I never read those letters, why I never answered them, why I bought a safe lock and put them all in with your birthday as the password instead?" he asked with a chuckle that made me nervous, yet I didn't let go of him.

"Why?"

"Because I knew if I did, I would come running back home to you. I knew that a single 'I miss you, Jayden' would bring me back to the reason I ran to join the army," he said as he once again closed the distance between us. His eyes were on my lips, mine on his.

"What do you mean? You left for the military because of me? You can't be serious, Jayden. You're just drunk—that's why you're saying all these things. You're drunk, that's why you're trying to kiss me. What I'm thinking can't possibly be true," I said, even though I wanted it to be true.

I turned fourteen the day he left, but he didn't even wait for my birthday. I remember how cold he had been to me the weeks prior, trying to keep a distance no matter how hard I tried to close it. And now, he's saying this?

"Oh, you think so? Then explain this," he took my hand in his, and my small hand fit perfectly in his palm.

He was moving my hand up and stopped just below the buckle of his trousers.

His bulge was raging from inside his military pants, and I felt distracted by the size.

"You still think I would be like this just because I'm drunk? Or that I would want to do this"—he gave my nose a small kiss—"because I'm drunk?"

"I don't know anymore," I felt confused as my heart raced, and instead of yanking my hand away like I would with Shawn, my curious fingers started to feel it. Once again, he kissed me.

This time, I didn't resist. I didn't hold back. I just went with the flow, and it made me so hot that gratitude filled me when he peeled my one-sleeved dress off my shoulder and started to trail kisses down until he reached my cleavage.

I had full breasts, but never had I itched for them to be grabbed like I did right now.

"There's a party going on downstairs," I said between moans that I was trying to suppress.

"I can choose not to attend my own party. Our parents are only doing it for show anyway," he said, and I nodded in agreement while his index finger went under my bra strap and pulled it down until they fell out.

"You want this too, don't you? Your little pink buds are so pretty and hard for me," he said as he gave them small squeezes before making me feel small, electrifying sparks as he grazed my tips with the tip of his wet tongue.

I held my breath and bit my lower lip as my back started to arch so he could have more access.

"We are siblings. We shouldn't be doing this," I said as my hand held the root of his hair for support so he wouldn't let go.

Maybe I wanted this, because my actions were contradicting my words.

"We are not related by blood, and we didn't grow up together. It's fine," he alternated between my left and right breast as his hands undid my bra, which fell to the ground.

I was supposed to feel shame. I was supposed to stop him and tell him this was wrong, but I moaned out loud and left a kiss on his head as he left my boobs and started to trace a straight line down to my navel with kisses.

"I've waited four years for you to be mature enough so I could do this. I knew you were uptight, so you wouldn't have a boyfriend, but what's your mom's deal with the guy she was talking about?" he asked, and my breath hitched. Was that jealousy?

Shawn has been trying to take my virginity even before our wedding, but I've been pushing him back, saying that I was underaged.

If I let Jayden do it now, then...

"Jayden, we need to stop. I don't care if we both want this, but—"

"I told you, sweetheart, I'm not fucking drunk. If there was a time I was drunk, it would be when I signed up for the military to hold myself back. I should have stayed and kept you by my side then. So I'm currently the most sober I've ever been in my entire life since I met you," he said, and I felt my eyes water.

I couldn't resist him, so I had to make him resist me instead.

"In that case, I don't want this. I am seventeen, and I'm underaged. I could sue you for sexual harassment, and when that happens, Shawn will do everything to make you suffer because he's obsessive."

"I'm more obsessed with you, Chloe. My colleagues thought you were my girlfriend, and they knew I would die for you," he said, and something in my heart shifted.

He would die for me. He would do anything for me, but Shawn's family had connections, and they could take a life without batting an eyelash and cover it up without anyone ever finding out.

I couldn't afford to lose him like that.

"I'm serious, Jayden. This is wrong, and you have to stop. Shawn will be angry," I said, even though I wished he would take me first.

"You'll even call your little boyfriend on me now?" He stood up and looked me in the eyes with his glassy green ones.

"I'm sorry, but I need to go," I adjusted my clothes, ran to pick up the keys, only to hesitate after putting them in the keyhole.

"Actually, it's me who is sorry. I should have considered the fact that I could have been wrong about you," he said as he stepped up behind me, but I didn't want him to see the tears threatening to roll down my cheeks, so I hurried out and ran into my room, which was right beside his.

"Damn, I hate my life!" But I did it for the best. It felt like I was having a painful breakup, and I wanted to cry myself to sleep.

However, whether he was telling the truth or not, he had a reputation before he left, and I was probably just going to be a fling like the numerous exes he had before he left.

I fully undressed in front of my standing mirror and realized how wet my panties were. I doubt he would have let me go if he saw this.