Tak'n Awey

▽. 15

"All you have to do is get dressed in your clothes again and we'll go get you some new stuff, aight?"

Justin and I are standing in his bathroom, peering into his massive bathroom mirror. I am in the nude, but I feel no need to be nervous about it.

"But I don't have any panties, Justin."

"Well," Justin lectures like a smart ass, significantly contemplating an answer, "you'll wear a pair of my boxers. You'll just have to roll them by the leg part to make them panties."

I snicker delightfully and nod, "So... We're gonna go shopping?"

"Yeah, so you can get any and everything you like." A vast smirk appears onto his face causing those sensuous dimples to dive into his cheeks. Why the fuck is he so sexy? How is this even possible.

But, I'm not truly delighted by his words. "That's unnecessary when all I have to do is go home and get everything I need there. Nothing extra. I'm not wasting your money when I already have what I need at home."

Justin fiercely glares at me as if he is severely offended, but the glare softens momentarily. "I won't ever waste money on you. You're my main priority." He says the words so dexterously as if we have been together for years and working on our marriage.

I'm his main priority? What happened to his brothers being on the top notch? How did I earn my marking so quickly? In just three days, I've effortlessly become a main priority? How was I able to ease my way to be a main precedence? And, most importantly, how am I supposed to be feeling right now?

I'm more than positive I like him, but love? I can give numerous definitions of love, but none of them are to describe the way I'm feeling for him.

I think the sex is getting to us.

"I thought your brothers were your main priority," I ask bravely.

"They are, but you're in your own category."

I heave a sigh, "I love how that sounds, but Justin," I figured, with all the bravery I'm depriving, I could at least notify him of the obvious. "Haven't you noticed that you and I have only known each other for merely three days?"

Justin pecks my lips tenderly, "Yeah, but I know you more these past three days than I have with any other girl in three years. I'm more than sure I'm not supposed to let you go."

My cheeks are burning because of the massive beam on my face. "How can a girl like me do as much as I am doing? I'm not really doing anything."

Justin laughs coyly.

"That's the thing that's getting me--I don't know what you're doing, but whatever you are doing, it's got me completely."

Somehow, my smirk grew even larger.

"I don't know. I just wanna be with you. If you're ever sad or mad, I want to be there by your side, with you--even if it's because of me." He pulls a razor from the cabinet and begins edging his facial hair.

I'm glad he did just that, because I don't have a response. I can't explain how difficult it is for me to actually sit here and hear him say so many zealous words. Is he in love with me or something? What have I said, but a few weak words? What have I done, but cause traumatic conflicts? How could anyone have feelings for a girl that does nothing but cause negativity? Maybe when we first met in his bedroom, the things I told him gave him a type of remorseful sympathy for me. Maybe he felt that I was different because of my personal conflicts. Maybe he wishes he could make them better, but can't. Maybe that's why he doesn't want me to leave... so that he could try and make them better.