Breathe Me ↦ JB; *hiatus*

XVIII

Song of the Chapter:
"Exchange" by Bryson Tiller

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That morning, I woke up in Justin's arms, his grip on me tight but soothing. I looked up at him to see him sound asleep, his breathing at a soft pace, and his chest moving slowly with every inhale and exhale. I kissed his bare chest as I slid out of his grasp, thankfully not waking him up. I tiptoed to the bathroom, putting my hair up and stepping into the shower. I stood under the shower head, letting the water roam every inch of my body. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes under the warm touch of the water. After showering diligently, I stepped out, putting on one of Justin's robes, and walking out to see him still asleep. I put on one of his boxers then a t-shirt, and crawled back beside him, taking him into my arms. He slept like a baby, and then he snorted in his sleep, making me giggle.

God, that was cute.

I started fiddling with his hair before he moved under my touch, burying his face into my chest. He gripped onto my hip before furrowing his eyebrows and fluttering his eyes open. He looked straight up at me, making me smile lightly as he leaned up and kissed me.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said in a raspy voice.

And sexy, might I add. Whoo, it's getting hot in here.

"Morning, sleepy head," I said with a smile.

He sat himself up, rubbing his face and looking at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Was it good?"

"Was what- oh," I said in remembrance.

"So is that a no?"

"No, no, I just remembered," I assured. "But hey, I told you already, it was perfect."

He nodded before getting up and walking to the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and I laid back and sighed. I closed my eyes then started thinking about what happened yesterday; what Samantha told me. I still couldn't stop thinking about what Jeremy had told Justin, or what effect he had on him, and I was too scared to ask Justin since it might piss him off. That's the last thing I want right now.

Once the shower turned off and the bathroom door opened, Justin walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He put on his boxers before dropping the towel, and then putting on joggers and t-shirt. He walked over to me, laying on the bed next to me.

"What do you wanna do today?" He asked, making me open my eyes and look at him.

I sat up before crawling onto his lap, shrugging. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.

"Are you okay?" He asked, a worried expression on his face.

I nodded, looking down, resting my head on his shoulder.

"Just tired."

He sighed, resting his head on mine. I locked my hand with his, looking down at them.

"I love you, you know that?" He asked, making me look up at him.

"Of course I do," I replied. "And I love you too."

He smiled down at me, and for the majority of the day, we stayed in his room, doing our usual activities.

As the sun was setting itself, allowing the moon to illuminate, Justin and I had been caught up in a movie. It was Stepbrothers, Justin's favorite.