Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

VIII

VIII.
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Song of the chapter:
Wicked Games by The Weeknd
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The steam from the shower surrounded my tired body, the hot water canceling out the cold from outside. Typically I took showers in the morning, but I knew I would be too tired to get out of bed so early. I figured I'd allow myself to sleep in.

Rather than washing my hair or face or body, I found myself simply standing under the shower head with my eyes locked on the white tile wall in front of me. My arms were crossed over my body, my entire mind consumed with the thought of Justin.

I don't know if I can do this. I don't know if I'll be able to keep up this act. He's too good at his own game, and he knows it.

I scratched my arm slowly.

Yes you can. You're strong-willed and according to him, 'intellectual.' You know how to handle yourself. You've got this.

Snapping myself out of my trance, I quickly grabbed the shampoo from the shelf and proceeded to wash my hair. Then, I took the body wash and poured some onto the light blue loofa. Mindlessly I began dragging it over myself, allowing the vanilla scented soap to lather on my skin.

Justin reentered my thoughts, although it seemed as if he never left. I reminisced on the way his straight white teeth showed from behind his light pink lips any time he smiled, the way his dark blondish-brown hair was pushed upward at his forehead, the way his skin appeared so flawless under any type of lighting, the way he gave off this soft, enticing scent that made me feel nothing less than okay.

He can't be real— but he is.

I thought about how his hands felt when they were holding mine earlier that night. The way the tip of his index finger traced over the inside of my palm over and over and over again had me feeling like I was ready to jump out of my own skin.

'Are you passionate, Kennedy?'

I shivered at the thought of his soft, low, raspy voice so close to me.

'Do we need to find out?'

I replayed his words in my head as if it was my favorite song, only I could feel my face flushing at the thought of him. I worked my hands over myself then began imagining Justin behind me, touching me and massaging my skin into his warm hands.

I pictured my hips molding into his hands, which soon slid over my stomach and  back repeatedly. All the while, he was pressing soft kisses into my shoulder with his body tight against me.

My mind replayed his words still, except I imagined him saying them directly into my ear with his lips brushing over me. I pondered on his hands some more, envisioning them moving down, down, and down some more. And then . . .

My eyes shot open.

Oh my god, I panicked mentally. I barely know him and I'm already fantasizing about him while I'm in the shower?! This is bad. This is very, very bad.

Hurriedly I shut off the faucet and reached over for my towel, wrapping it around myself completely.

Seriously? Get it together.

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"I guess I could just wear what I normally do. You know, jeans and a nice shirt or something. I think that would be fine, don't you?"

Anna had been pestering me all day about what she should wear the following day. If you forgot, she was supposed to hang out with Colton-fucking-Tucker. Unfortunately, the small amount of energy I had acquired for the day was all focused on Justin-fucking-Bieber and the things he was doing to me.