Justin and I didn't say anything the rest of the night. Everytime we made eye contact he would tense up and turn his head. I did want him. I just didn't know how to say it or how to express it. I knew Justin wouldn't dare hurt me.
"Time to go." He said in a faint voice. I could hear the hurt in his tone of voice. I didn't want to leave Justin. Before he walked out of the door, I grabbed him and pulled him for a kiss to reassure him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me in closer. "Yes." I whispered into his ear. I pulled back to see him grinning from ear to ear. "I will never take that smile away from you." I said assuring him.
We get back to the hotel.
Justin called up his favorite tattoo artist as he took of his shirt and figures out where he wanted his new tattoo. He decided to finish off his sleeve.
Justin's tattoos was beautiful and so was the body they were on, haha.
"Babe that look like it hurt" I chuckled. "Ehh, it was okay." He said putting lotion on his arm. He had his hair combed down, which I liked better than when it's flipped up.
He took off the jeans he had on and got in the bed.
I noticed Justin couldn't sleep. The tattoos are probably hurting, I thought.
About an hour later I still noticed I hadn't heard anything from him.
I get up and walk to the bathroom. He wasn't in there. I looked in the kitchen and he wasn't in there either.
I walk through the living room area to the door that led to the balcony.
I saw Justin leaning up against the balcony. I grabbed him and turned him around. I saw that his face was red and he was trying his best to hide his tears. I pulled him in hugging him like I never hugged anyone before.
"I gotta go." He said softly pulling me away and kissing my cheek. Justin walked back into the hotel room and walked out the door leading into the hallway. I follow him.
"Justin where are you going?!" I shout at him. But he never turned around. I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
I slammed the door and slid down the wall putting my hands over my face. How could he just walk out on me?
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