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Get Used To It

It's around 8 o'clock and Justin is over at my house. We had just started dating, ever since last month when he confessed his crush on me. Not gonna lie, I liked him a lot too, but I never thought he would ask me to be his girlfriend.

I'm stretched out on the couch, my stomach is flat against the cushions and my head is on a pillow. I'm flipping through channel after channel trying to find a decent show to watch.

Justin walked into the living room and stared at me lying on the couch. He jumped over and laid his body right on top of mine, his chest to my back and his arms wrapped around my stomach.

"Oof," I said, reacting to his body weight. He felt like a warm, heavy blanket.

"What are we watching?" he asked, kissing the back of my head.

"Not sure yet. Are we going to sit regularly or just lay like this?" I giggled.

"I think this is perfect," he said reaching around my face and kissing my lips. He pulled away slowly, opening his eyes and brushing his eyelashes against my cheek.

"Hmmmm. I guess it's good with me too." I smirked.

"OOH! Grey's is on!"