Lights (P.F.T Sequel)

Chapter eleven

— Lux Halloway —

His soft, familiar, chaste kisses lay sweetly on my shoulder. His luscious, heavenly soft lips brushing against my exposed skin and awakening me from the deep and peaceful slumber. The light streamed through the small crack in the curtains making my eyes squint and my nose to wrinkle. Rolling onto my back, my sleep ridden eyes peered up to the handsomely defined male who hovered above with wildly untamed hair and saliva licked lips.

"Good morning beautiful." His husky voice croaked. Justin was the only male — maybe only person —I knew who could look unbelievably sexy just after waking up. The callous pads of his long fingers brushing away the loose strands of hair which escaped the black tie during the night. Trailing the tips of his fingers down my cheek and neck, running them along my collarbone and the spaghetti strap of my pajama top, across my shoulder and down my arm, he finally intertwined our fingers and raised my hand to his mouth where he lay a heartfelt kiss on my knuckles.

"Good morning." I murmured. Within seconds of waking up, he was already making me blush like a giddy schoolgirl. Reaching my free hand up, I ran my fingers through his scruffy mane and moved the light brown wisps away from his forehead. "Please tell me yesterday wasn't a dream."

A sudden smile overcame his lips as he shook his head, laying his cheek into my palm. He turned his head and placed a feather light kiss on to my tattooed wrist. "I definitely wasn't baby. It was all real — they're gone. And guess what?" he paused, cheekily smirking. "I love you."

I wanted to squeal in sheer happiness. Grinning widely, my shoulders relaxed as I squirmed slightly and bit my lower lip. Justin chuckled at my child like movement, giving my fingers a tight squeeze before he kissed my knuckles again. His small signs of affections were enough to make my stomach flutter like a teenager, made the blood rush to my cheeks and make my toe curl in utter bliss. Finally, from the moment I was asked to raise Scarlett, I felt... happy, content and downright glad!

"I love you, too." I giggled shyly. Dipping his head slowly, he pushed past the morning breath and pressed his lips against mine, lingering for a few seconds before unwillingly pulling away. I ran my finger across his stubble shaded cheek, biting back a smile. "Where's Scarlett?"

"Asleep in her nursery. I fed and changed her, she even fell asleep during being burped." He chuckled, "Scooter called this morning."

"Yeah? What did he say?"

"His phone has been blowing up with calls all day, his inbox crammed with e-mails of people trying to get me to do an interview asap. The news has spread worldwide about Maria's career being demolished and the surrogacy clinic being shut down, people want answers and I know how much you don't like interviews but they want you and me to come forward and tell them the details." He muttered lowly, his elbow sinking into the comfortable pillow as he leaned his head in his open palm. "He's scheduled one for today with NBC."

"Oh."

His eyes scanned my features cautiously, his fingers leaving mine and trailing beneath the ridden cami. He leaned closer, leaning his forehead atop of mine and pecking my nose. "I know you don't like them, that's why I won't force you into going, but I need to. They're expecting me, you understand, don't you?"

"I won't stop you from doing your job, Justin." I told him, reaching for his hand to stop it from roaming any further. After a heated make out session last night, my hormones were standing erect, ready to pounce at any moment.

"Please, don't be mad." He spoke, nuzzling his face into my neck and leaving a soft, knee-wobbling peck on the newly found sweet spot even I didn't know I had. "I love you."