My Everything, Truly (Ariana Grande and Justin Bieber)

Part 11: Nightmares

"So do you?" He asked again.

"What?" I ask a little confused.

"Love at first sight." He said.

"Oh. Uhhh...it can be." I finally said.

"Has it ever happened to you?" He asked. We were still hugging.

"Well, I dont know. Really." I responded. "Has it happened to you?" I asked.

"Yeah" he replied. I could feel he was hugging me harder and he began to grab me from my waist, hard enough to pull my shirt a little bit up. Then he starts to kiss my shoulder, since the hoodie was draping from my shoulders.

"Uhh, Justin" I said in denial. I took his hands and freed myself.

"Im sorry, I just can help it." He explained. "I'll try to not even look at you from now on." I dont understand why but he made me smile.

"Let's go watch a movie. Yeah?" He asked.

"Hmmmmm. Okay" i said. He extended his hands and we intertwined fingers.

He took me to his bedroom (not that way HeySweetButera okay)

"So what movie do you wanna watch?" He asked.

"Whichever one you want is okay." I replied. He searched in this big drawer full of movies.

"How about Fifty Shades of Gray?" He laughed. My mouth dropped.

"What?!?" I said surprised.

"Ive watched it like a million times Tbh. Like that one time that my uncle came, just like friends come by and they wanna watch it. But im just kidding. I dont want you seeing that, your beautiful eyes wouldn't handle it." He laughed again.

"I cant believe you Justin." I said.

"What? We arent little kids anymore." I just laughed. "Fine how about...umm.." he searched. "Scarface?" He asked looking at me.

"Thats decent enough. Yeah" i said.

"Okay." He put the movie on and stood up. He took out everything he had in his pockets, his watch, and shoes. Then he took off his shirt. In the process of that I really couldn't help it. I stared. He was perfect. He took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. Then he bit his lip.

I really didnt get the part about biting his lip, but I think it was hot.

"It's hot." He complained. "You should take off that sweater." I just looked down at the sweater.

"Im not that hot." I said.
I am hot. Really hot. I was really hot but I felt wierd taking it off cuz all I had on the bottom was a short, spaghetti strap shirt.

Justin was ready to begin watching the movie. He pressed play and dove into the bed. "You're really not hot." He asked again.

"A little." He just looked at me with a smile. Im hot. I couldn't anymore with the hoodie. "Take it off. Or you want me to do it for you?" Justin said.

"Funny." I said back. I began to unzip the hoodie slowly because i didnt want to get Justin's attention. Turns out it caught his attention faster than a bullet .-. "What?" I asked. He stared at my chest area. "What are you looking at?" He didnt say anything. He went from looking at my chest to my eyes and lips.
I wanna kiss him so bad.
No.
I cant.
"Take the damn sweater off." He asked desperate. So I did. I put it behind me and covered myself with the blanket.

Me and Justin were watching the movie. I was dark. We were covered with the same blanket.
I felt something touch my hand. It was Justin's hand. He intertwined our fingers and pulled my hand up to his mouth to kiss it.