Been You

Chapter 42: Lunch Date With Me

JUSTIN'S POV:

Ely and I have just made it to the Italian restaurant, and I am so psyched. We're so close to getting back to the way we were before and it makes me so happy. And she looks so beautiful. Her bronze skin is glowing against the dull grey of my t-shirt. Her soft curls are pulled into a ponytail, showcasing her gorgeous face. I can't help but plant a kiss on her while we wait to be seated. The waitress clears her throat. She has our menus and is ready to seat us. Ely blushes ever so cutely. I slide into the booth next to her instead of across from her. Easy access. I realize I'm smirking to myself when Ely smiles at me curiously.

I kiss Ely again, but this time much more deeply, pressing her against the back of the booth. As things get more heated, I snake my hand under her - I mean my - shirt. I begin rubbing her left nipple, causing her to tilt her head back, moaning quietly. I take this opportunity to whisper in her ear. I breathe, "You're so sexy. I could fuck you right here." She blushes deeply at my whispering. Suddenly, she gasps, quickly pulling my hand off of her boob. I look at her confusedly, then follow her line of sight. Our waitress is back, waiting to take our order. "Hi," I greet. She just glares at me, annoyed. Sheesh. "I'll have a coke and lasagna, and my woman," I say, putting my arm around her, "will have pink lemonade and spaghetti." Ely grins at me, probably because I know her order, then lays her head on my shoulder. Our waitress rolls her eyes, walking off. Okay.

"Justin?" Ely asks softly.

"Hm?" I question, my eyebrows furrowed.

"I know I promised to eat and make out... but could you just hold me for a bit? I'm kinda nervous, you know... for the food to come..."

"Of course, baby girl. Anything you want," I say, pulling her into my arms. "But you know, there's nothing to be afraid of. I believe in you. You're hungry, it's your favorite meal, and you're the strongest person I know. You've got this," I encourage. She looks up, pecking me on the mouth. She's so cute. "So babe, I know how much you love Halloween... and pretty much all the holidays..."

"Yeah?" She encourages, her face lighting up.

"Me and the guys are throwing a costume party and -" I inform before I am cut off.

"Ah! I can't wait!" She gasps, "Halloween is next week! I don't have a costume!" She exclaims, sitting up. I pull her back into my arms, snuggling her.

"I know, baby. That's why I'm telling you," I laugh. "Do you wanna go shopping after this?"

"Is that even a question?" She jokes. Just then, our waitress leaves our food at the table.

"Do you need anything else?" She asks in monotone. Ely shakes her head no. This waitress sucks, but our food smells great. I pick up my fork and dig in to my lasagna ravenously. It's so good. I turn to tell Ely how good it tastes, but I notice she still hasn't moved. Fear is plastered all over her face. I hate seeing my girl like this. I grab her fork, twirl it until I have a small bite prepared, and then hold it in front of her mouth. She hesitates, but takes it into her mouth. I kiss her lips softly immediately after, before she can even swallow. Once she does, she smiles widely.

"Damn, that's good," she gushed happily.

"Right?" I agree, handing her the fork. She begins eating on her own. I smile proudly at her. I know it can't be easy for her, but the fact that she's doing it anyway makes me so proud. I couldn't have been blessed with a better girlfriend. She's beyond perfect. When she finishes her plate, I pull her into a hug.

"I did it, babe. I really did it," she marvels. I pull back to look her in the eyes.

"You did it," I agree. "You have no idea how proud I am of you, baby girl. I don't know what I did to deserve you." She beams at me proudly.

"Hurry up and eat so we can go shopping, boo," she orders. And I do as she says. That's my girl.