chapter twenty-six.

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We'd found our way to Justin's bed, somehow having managed to get our shoes and jackets off at some point. Justin was holding himself over me, my back against the bed. His weight on me combined with the never ending stream of kisses made my insides twist, in the best way possible.

I tugged at his shirt and we separated just long enough for it to be pulled over his head and tossed onto the ground. I guided his hands to the hem of my own shirt, inching it up. He stopped and gave me a look, wanting my permission. I nodded, letting him know what I wanted.

My shirt joined his on the floor, leaving my top half covered only with only a bra. His eyes traveled the length of me, landing on my face that I knew was now tinted with a blush.

And then, without warning, his lips were on mine again. Our hands explored the newly revealed territory as the kisses became just not enough. I needed to be closer.

I knew what I wanted. In this moment I needed all of him, a need deep inside of me, but it wasn't just physical. I could tell that by the thumping of my heart.

I mean, I was ready, right? How can you know these things for sure? I had no idea.

"Wait," suddenly Justin stopped all together, groaning as he pulled away from me and held himself up with his elbows. I almost pouted at the loss of contact. "You're gonna think I'm crazy."

"What?" I tilted my head, still staring up at him.

"I just... I want this to be perfect, you know? I don't want it to be overshadowed by everything going on. I want to take you out, like, fancy dinner and a movie. You deserve that."

I was shocked into silence for a few moments as Justin, with what looked like a lot of effort, forced himself off of me and settled beside me. He pulled the covers over us and my heart was doing this weird thing in my chest that felt like it would explode.

"Thank you." I turned on my side to face him, a watery smile on my face. No one had ever done anything like that for me, told me the things that he had. I'd always been an easy distraction to drunk guys at bars. Never someone worth waiting for.

He smiled. "I thought you'd make fun of me for sounding corny."

"No." I shook my head. "You're actually kind of amazing."

"Kind of?" He raised a brow, grinning.

"Hey, take what you can get."

"I've been waiting for you to cave to my amazingness." He said, the cocky grin still on his face.

"Shh," I rolled my eyes then shut them, turning my head into the pillow. "I'm sleeping."

"No you're not." He teased, and then he was leaving little soft kisses on my nose and forehead and all over my face.

"Justin," I opened my eyes, grinning.

"I'm allowed to now, right?" He stopped, still smiling. Is he allowed to? We've kissed before, but I would typically get mad about it afterwards and push him away.

"Yeah." I nodded, officially caving in.

"Good," he said, kissing me one last time on the lips then laying down beside me after reaching over to switch off the small bedside lamp.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier. I didn't mean any of that." He said, referring to the accusation that led to this whole predicament in the first place. That already felt like so long ago, even though it couldn't have been over an hour since then. I'd lost track of time at some point.

"Already forgotten." I said easily. Then, after a few moments of comfortable silence, "I should probably go back to my room."

"Or not." He replied smoothly.

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