His lips felt like heaven. They were unbelievably soft and warm. Our first kiss was a sweet long-lasting peck. It felt very intimate and lasted for about a minute. When he let go, he held my face with both hands and backed up looking deep into my eyes. It felt as if he was staring right into my soul. None of us said a single word. We were both busy catching our breaths. Justin caressed my cheeks with his thumbs while my nose was invaded by the intoxicating smell of his cologne. It smelled like heaven.My hands rested on his hips. I was still pinned against the wall while Justin leaned against me holding me in place. The pressure of his core flush against mine did something to me. I felt some uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. The room was quiet except for the sounds of our breathing.
Then he kissed me again and this time it was more intense. The kiss felt more passionate and rough at the same time and it quickly got heated. I could feel his tongue on my lips asking for entrance, which I was all too happy to give him. Our tongues briefly fought for dominance until I gave in and let him win. At the same time he moved his hands to my waist and further on to my back. He moved my shirt up an inch and exposed my skin. I shivered under his touch.
I moved my hands up and down his back. I wanted to feel his skin, but it wasn't so easy as he was wearing different layers of oversized hoodies and t-shirts. I got a little frustrated and he seemed to notice as he smiled into our kiss. I felt a little embarrassed for being so bad at this but smiled into the kiss, too. After a final passionate peck, he slowly let go of me.
I was a little flustered and had to regain my inner balance. Wow, what just happened? That was intense and it felt so good. Justin said something, crap - I didn't pay attention. So I just looked over at him with a sweet smile on my face rising my eyebrows motioning for him to repeat what he just said. He was over at the minibar and holding two bottles of water in his hands. "Water?", is all he said. I simply nodded and walked over to him and further into the room. It was huge. I took one of the bottles with a "Thanks". We sat down on the one of the two sofas that were positioned opposite each other in front of a coffee table. I opened my bottle and took a sip. The cold liquid felt refreshing as it went down my throat. All the alcohol had made me thirsty.
Justin lifted his feet onto the coffee table and rested against a corner of the sofa lifting his one hand behind my back. I took the opportunity to lean down on this chest. His warm hoodie felt really comfortable. I looked at my water bottle and noticed it was Fiji water. I chuckled raising my hand to cover my mouth. "What?", Justin asked amused. I held up the bottle for him to see and just asked him "Really?" and laughed some more. Mr spoiled Poster boy, really? Just having Fiji water? All else is not good enough for your million dollar throat?
I looked up at him so I could see his face. For a brief second I was scared he might feel offended. To my relief I found him grinning widely. We sat there in silence for a while. I thought about everything that had happened... Justin ruining my salad, me chilling with the twins, walking through the city with him, saving Sophie from that asshole and finally me making out with Justin Bieber. Holy fuck! Pinch me, please. Is this really my life right now?
I was interrupted by my phone vibrating violently in my back. I searched for it and was too late for answering the call as per usual. My roommate tried to call me. Shit, she is probably worried where I am. I opened whatsapp to find that she was already typing a message.
"Girl, it is 8am! If you don't call me this instant and tell me you're alive, I'm gonna call the cops!"
"Where the fuck are you? Why didn't you come home last night?"
"Shit!", I muttered. Justin looked at me questioningly. "My roommate is about to call the cops, because I didn't come home last night and didn't tell herewhere I was." I informed him. He just grinned a little and nodded. "I'll just give her a quick call." With that I got up and dialed her number.
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Beautiful Mess | jb
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