Tainted → Justin Bieber

FOUR.

I couldnt stop thinking about Justin while I was at work the following morning. Customers had to constantly repeat their orders because eighty percent of my brain was focused on the feeling of his skin against mine. It was overwhelming and I struggled to suppress the smile that kept trying to decorate my face. How could he manage to invade my mind like this?

"Two small coffees and an orange juice." I smiled at the group of people standing before me. They said their thank you's and found their way out of the cafe.

"What's up with you?" my co-worker, Brian, asked. He was sitting on a stool, one of his legs tucked underneath him, the other dangling. Brian was a dark haired, brown eyed, twenty-six year old guy with a wife and daughter. He wasn't here as frequently as Ashley and it was because he worked two jobs and only came in when he didn't have to go to his other one. Brian was extremely handsome . With his chiseled jaw and tall muscular shape, he could've been a model for Abercrombie and Fitch or American Eagle.

"Nothing." I wiped my hand on the back of my pants and sat down too when I noticed no one else coming in. "Why'd you ask?"

Brian shrugged. "You seem kind of...lost."

"What?"

"Lost in thought, I mean. Like you're thinking about something."

I am. I thought. I'm thinking about my hot twenty year old neighbor.

"Yeah but, it's nothing serious." I shrugged it off. I don't know how comfortable I would be telling a guy about my interactions with a guy. If Ashley were working today, I'd certainly tell her all about my new hot crush. Even if she was almost half my age.

Brian nodded understandingly and got up to the sound of the bell on the door, indicating someone was coming in.

My eyes wandered to the clock and saw that it was only eleven. Shit, I still have four hours left in this dump.

•••

The minute I got home that afternoon I took off my polo shirt, not waiting until I got upstairs to my room. The weather was getting hotter and hotter each day. I might have to talk to my boss about wearing these stupid collared shirts all day long. I gripped my shirt in my hand and jogged up the beige carpeted stairs and into my room. Once in there I kicked off my Toms and slipped my pants off, throwing the jean shorts I had laid out on my bed on. My eyes landed on the tank top Justin had lent me last night. I grabbed the thin fabric in my hand and absentmindedly brought it to my nose, sniffing it. The faint smell of cologne clogged my nostrils which made me press the fabric to my face even more as my eyes began to close. It smelled so good. My fingers clutched the white cotton shirt harder. I may have been getting a little out of hand.

I reluctantly let go of the shirt, letting it drop to the floor. Then I reached for my own navy blue tank top I had pulled out earlier this morning to go with my shorts. I then traveled to my dresser mirror and sat in front of it, staring at my reflection. I brushed my hair into a neat high ponytail, letting the ends tickle the bottom of my neck. As a child would do, I rocked my head from side to side, allowing my ponytail to sway behind me. A dumb smile formed on my face at my childish act. Just as quickly as it formed, it disappeared as my vision locked on something else through my mirror. It was out of my window, into the window next door. The sight of my young neighbor entering his room in just a towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water dripping from his wet hair down his body. A profound silence took over me as I continued to stare at the sight before my eyes. It was heavenly, a creep like me might've said. To see a guy you were clearly attracted to, fresh out of the shower. He moved out of sight and when I couldn't see him anymore I sprung up from the chair and walked over to the window to get a better look. I didn't know what was wrong with me. Why did I all of a sudden have such a strong sexual desire for someone?