When Her Death Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel) novel Chapter 2200

Chelsea wrapped both arms around him and, with reckless affection, bit down on his lower lip hard enough to sting.

Pain jolted him back to his senses. He lurched upright and shoved her away on instinct.

She stumbled, balance lost, and pitched backward, hands clawing for a support that was not there. Jason lunged, snagged her waist, and hauled her against his chest a heartbeat before she hit the floor.

"Are you hurt?" Jason asked.

Seeing the worry swirling in his eyes, Chelsea let a sly smile bloom. "You really think you can dump me? Look at yourself. Your whole face screams concern."

His lashes quivered. Only after she found her footing did he force his hands to release her.

"I just... didn't want you to fall." Jason's voice barely cleared his throat.

"Really?" she breathed.

Step by deliberate step, Chelsea closed the gap and looped her arms around his narrow waist.

Jason's heart hammered so loudly he almost missed his own words. "What are you doing?" he managed, heat flooding every vein.

"Nothing at all," she said, tightening her embrace. "I cut ties with my parents for you, gave up everything. Now you want me gone? I'm not happy, Jason. So start making amends."

"Amends? How?" He felt his body growing painfully rigid.

Chelsea tapped a finger to her lips, pretending to ponder. "Simple—give yourself to me, and I'll walk away. After all we've shared, I refuse to leave empty-handed. I should at least get something, right?"

It was like a bomb went off in his head; shock widened his pupils to the edge of panic.

He could scarcely believe the words had come from Chelsea's mouth.

Color flooded his cheeks. "Chelsea, stop it," he whispered, voice cracking.

"You still call me Chelsea even while dumping me?" She teased, trailing one fingertip down the curve of his handsome jaw. "If I can't have your heart, at least let me have the rest of you."

His heartbeat rocketed. "Quit talking nonsense," he pleaded.

She was his first love, his only experience, and the sheer intimacy left him hopelessly flustered.

Chelsea, delighted by his turmoil, pressed on.

"Why so red, Jason? Feeling shy?"

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