Jariana: Best mistake

ariana 11: best mistake

(A/N: btw, guys. if you want to listen to music while reading this, here are some of my suggested songs for you: thinking bout you by frank ocean, all that matters by jb, always on time ja rule ft. ashanti or any other rnb music. it's perfect for this scene. and this part is kind of sensual. a little. but it won't go further. and this is the climax that i was telling you guys. enjoy)

i was aware of what's happening. but why can't i stop myself from saying unbelievable things? i wanted to smack myself and just fall asleep but i think tipsy ari just doesn't want it to stop and to just end right here.

justin was carrying me bridal style. and i was there, not feeling so well. i was so turned on. i don't even know why. i just wanted to kiss him. we were so close and with just one pull, i can already place his lips on mine. "you know what, you look like someone i know?" i faced palmed myself in my head.

"yeah?" we entered the elevator and he clicked on some button. he was smiling and why is it getting hot in here?  

"oh! yes!" i said and it was muffled. i'm so drunk. "you look like my old boyfriend." and what am i saying?! "yes, you look like him." i let my head lay freely. he used his legs to hold me tight.

"we're near your room. just a minute." the elevator opened and we quickly got out. he was extra careful of me. then i felt like i wanted to puke already.

"justin. i'm dizzy." i tell him and i guess, i'm back to myself again.

"are you gonna vomit?" he ask alarmed. he quickly got the card at the back of his jeans. he entered the code and the door opened to the room. i guess its my room.

"i think so." i tipsily say. he lay me down on bed and rushed to the bathroom. oh god, it's coming. i can feel my stomach burning. i sat up. i touched my head and sh*t my hair is so messy. i can feel it rising up in my throat. i closed my eyes shut and closed my mouth, trying to stop myself from throwing up. then i heard justin coming. i opened my eyes and he placed the trash bin on the floor. he sat beside me and pat my back.

"go on." he says. this is so embarrassing. i lean my head forward to the trash bin and vomited. it tastes so sour. and i can smell it. i hated getting drunk. "there you go." and another. after vomiting, i rested my head on the pillow. justin got a tissue and wiped my mouth with it. "you want some water?"

i nod my head and again, he was out of sight. a few seconds later, he was back with a bottle of water on hand. he assisted me and i sat up. i rested my head on his chest. i feel so secured. he opened the cup of the bottle and let me drink. after drinking, i don't know but it feels like it's getting hot in here. i itched on my dress. "why does this have to be so itchy?" i ask myself a little irritated. then i started to remove the straps of my dress.

"oh no." justin went to me and stopped my hands.

yes. i'm drunk. but i wanted this distance between us. i wanted to close it. i wanted to taste his lips. i wanted to kiss his neck and i wanted to run my hands through his hair all of a sudden. so when he was putting back the straps of my dress, i pulled him and he fell on me. our faces were inches from each other. i looked at his face. this isn't the first time that i was this close to him. but it was the first time to see him this close looking straight through my eyes. and he was awake. my eyes were wide open. i'm not sure if this is still the tipsy ariana. but all i know is that i wanted to kiss him.

"ariana — "

i cut him off, placing my fingers on his lips. and his lips were soft and full. i looked at his lips and all i wanted to do is to kiss it. i leaned forward. i was about to kiss him but he lowered his head. i felt rejected. i must be crazy.