SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 59 ~ "We'll work this out."

JEN

"So pretty lady...how long do I get to keep you locked up in this room for?" Justin asks, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck as he pulls me in to straddle him.

He leans back against the wall and stares at me, his hands gently resting on my bare thighs. A beautiful look of contentment has taken over his handsome features.

"You feel that?" I whisper in awe, unable to stop myself.

"I do! It's fucking crazy. I missed it so much." He replies, speaking of our own personal purple aura that once again surrounds us. "It wasn't quite there at the cemetery...I thought I'd lost you forever."

"And now?"

"Now it's burning brighter than ever before. It's fucking beautiful! You're beautiful!"

I shake my head the slightest bit.

"You are." He whispers, lifting my chin so he can stare into my soul.

"I don't feel it J. I don't feel like...me."

"You need to eat baby. You've lost so much weight. Even Ryan said so."

"Fuck!" My eyes suddenly widen, realizing that if Justin is here, that means Ryan and Chaz and... "Chase was here?"

"He didn't see you. Chaz had a decent look of course...I'll kill him later for it. Ryan was trying his best not to look. He would've pulled a sneaky one though, he's only human." He laughs.

"You can't laugh Justin! Shit..."

"How can I not smile and laugh right now? You're here...with me..."

I smile in return, because he's right. This is happening, and it feels amazing.

"Chase was at the bar when you came out, luckily, otherwise tonight would have gone a hell of a lot different. Chaz took him out before he knew of anything. As far as I know, Ryan is still out there...but I didn't tell him where I was going." He pats down his pockets and smiles when he feels his keys. "They can't go far."

He places his hands on my hips, and I notice the slightest change in the set of his mouth.

"What was that face?" I ask apprehensively.
"What face?" His mouth twitches the tiniest bit.
"You basically just winced just now...when you touched me."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."

He leans forward to press his lips to mine, but I pull away, as hard as it is.

"Don't try and distract me Justin, I know what I saw. We need to talk about...stuff."
"Stuff?" He questions, a smirk playing at the edges of his sexy mouth.

His hands have moved upwards, one hand cupping the side of my neck, one twirling one of my curls around his finger.

I take both of his hands in my own and run his palms over my shoulders. He watches on as I bring them down over my breasts, down my stomach and onto my hips.

He eventually shifts his eyes up to mine again.

JUSTIN

"What is it J?" She whispers sadly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply, with as much conviction in my voice as possible.

I do know. Of course I know. Her body feels so tiny, so fragile within my hands that it makes me a little nauseous. Right now, as my hands rest on her hips, they're fighting to move to something more familiar. Something that hasn't changed with her weight loss in the months we've spent apart. Her neck, her hands, her face, her hair, maybe her ankles. I keep my hands on her hips though, for as long as I can handle before they fall down beside me as a painful sigh escapes me without permission.