I hate you, don't leave me

10)

All that came from justin's lips was a sigh of contentment. And with it his warm breath hit the back of Demi's neck sending shivers down her back and raising the hairs on the her arms.

Demi's words didn't really have any effect on Justin but when he felt her move against his arms his eyes opened to find that he had enclosed his arms around her and now had his nose buried in the crook of her neck. He didn't know when that happened but he knew that Demi might have a problem with it. So he retracted his arms and Demi rolled her shoulders back and raised her head making her seem altogether taller and more put together.

Demi turned towards Justin. "Why are half the books turned around?" She asked making it clear that she wanted to forget what just happened.

"Oh those are the ones I have read" he starts walking away from her and to what she assumes is a bedroom and when he gets to the bedroom he starts to explain further what he meant. "I get a truck load of books Delivered every year and I try to read them all in a year, the ones I don't I keep and try to read them next year. But I donate all the other ones to charities and charity shops." Demi was impressed she certainly didn't expect that.

Justin came out of the bed room in a pair of jogging bottoms and no top. He walked into the open kitchen and Demi sat herself down on the sofa, she didn't have anything to change into because they had left her bag downstairs, in his car.

"Oh that sounds good" she said wondering what she was going to do.

"You sound distracted?" He asked looking back at her and raising an eyebrow.

"Oh well, urm.. Its just that I forgot to get my case from your car so I don't have anything to change into and I was just wondering where I was going to sleep?" Demi said the last bit popping into her head as she was talking. Justin's facial expression didn't change.

"You can sleep on the sofa or in the spare bedroom and-" he said walking back into the bedroom. "This" he said throwing a oversized t-shirt, that would fit like a dress, and some boxers. Demi pursed her lips and stood up and walked in the opposite direction in which justin's room was. When she opened the door she was met by a pure white room everything was white except the curtains which were a near white colour but more cream. And the pillows on the bed which were black. She started to get changed she had on the t-shirt when she decided not to put on the boxers. She walked out and threw the boxers back at Justin "thanks, but no thanks" she said as she walked over to the sofa again.

"What do you want?" She heard justin say and she was slightly confused.

"What?" She said.

"What do you want" he repeated. Demi got up and walked over to find him on the phone to what she assumed was room service.

"Oh urm, I'll just have a sandwich" she said wanting to be polite and not outdo her welcome.

"Okay, yeah I'd also like 2 bowls of spaghetti please-" a pause "yes, thank you" and with that he hung up.

"You know you don't have to try to be all nice to me?" Justin said as he walked into the kitchen again. Demi didn't know what to say so she decided to change the subject.

"Why don't you have a TV?" She asked.

"I do" he answered simply. She cocked her head to the side and he continued. "I do, its just in my room because this room is more of a place where I have people over and I don't usually watch tv with people when they are over because my 'friends' are 'classy' we have dinner parties and we mostly go out but yeah they mostly like to just look at the view and sometimes its to cold to go onto the terrace or they are just lazy and want to sit down, do you want to see my bed room? Its more me" he said. Demi nodded but just as they were making their way over there was the sound of the door opening and a voice could be heard talking on the phone. It sounded like a woman to.