Ariana's POV
Last night, I didn't want to wake Justin up by letting him know I was home, so I just slowly slipped under the sheets next to him. We haven't shared a bed in 2 years, I hope it doesn't make him uncomfortable. I just really missed him.
I'm lying down on the right side of the bed, facing the left. Justin rolls over and faces me.
He's so fucking cute when he sleeps.
I turn myself, and reach for my phone on the bedside table.
I check the time and get out of bed and head to the washroom to freshen up.
I wet my tooth brush, and add toothpaste.
I hear the door nob turn. I begin brushing my teeth and Justin walks in all tired, messy haired, just in his boxers.
"Goo moring," I say, with the toothbrush in my mouth.
"Morning babe, I missed you," he said with his raspy morning voice. He hugged me from behind and gave me a quick kiss on the right cheek.
He grabbed my comb and combed his hair with it.
I spit the paste in the sink and rinse it down the drain with water, then rinsed my mouth.
When I was done, I combed my hair and left the washroom to change.
"Babe, can I use one of your hair ties?" He asked.
"Yeah, but why?" I laughed, as I grabbed my black leggings.
"My hairs getting really long," putting his hair up in a little bun.
"Go get a haircut then. I'll call your hair stylist,"
"Nah,"
I pull my pants up, and slip a shirt on.
You don't even understand how relieved I feel... Knowing that I don't have to work with Kyle anymore and feel so threatened.
I still haven't explained what happened to Justin, but I don't want to. It's just gonna cause more trouble. He's a protective guy... Way too protective.
He'll do anything to get them back for whatever they did.
I'm afraid of Kyle, okay?
Justin walked out of the washroom, looking through the drawers for clothes.
He pulled out some navy blue jeans, slipped on a grey hoodie, and wore a pair of white Supras.
"Different style...?" I asked.
"Nah, just thought I wanted to try my old style again," he shrugged.
"It looks nice,"
He walked up to me, held my hands and kissed me on my forehead.
"I missed you so much,"
"It's only been a week," I laughed.
"I know, but one week is a very long time not seeing you," he said, swinging our arms left to right.
I quickly let go of his hands and held my left wrist.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
I didn't realize that Kyle pulling me could leave such a bad twist in my wrist.
"Um, yeah, I'm fine, sorry,"
He gently held my wrist and took a look at it.
"Why are there dark red lines around it?"
