Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 34

I stuck my keys in the lock and opened the front door quietly. I steadily took off my shoes and tossed my coat on a hanger.

I was exhausted. Who knew working would be so hard?

I headed straight for the kitchen, hoping to go unnoticed. I honestly didn't feel like talking to Justin because of the way he acted in the store. Don't get me wrong; I understand why he's concerned, but who is he to tell me what I can and cannot do?

I tip-toed my way through the house until I reached the kitchen. Realizing the light was off, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Presuming Justin was asleep, I entered the kitchen and turned the light on.

"Katie?" Our eyes met as Justin lifted his head up from his arms. They were folded on top of the table he was sitting at.

"Justin?" I frowned. He noticed this and a look of hurt flashed across his face.

"I thought you'd be back later."

"It's six o' clock like I said," I crossed my arms. "Why were you sitting in the dark?"

"I was deep in thought," he said simply.

"Okay then," I murmured, turning to walk away.

"Katie, don't go," Justin stood up abruptly.

I sighed again, looking down.

"Can we talk?" he asked, coming up behind me.

"There's really nothing to talk about," I murmured, still not facing him.

"But you're angry with me."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"Is this your idea of a talk?" I asked irritably.

"Can you at least look at me?"

"Nope," I replied, walking away.

"Katie," he stressed exasperatedly.

I turned around and narrowed my eyes dangerously at him. A look of surprise flashed across his eyes, but it quickly faded.

"Look, I'm sorry for being too overprotective back at the store."

"You think?" I replied sarcastically.

"Anyway," he emphasized, ignoring my comment. "I was out of line and it's not my position to order you around. I was just worried about the fact that he could hurt you again. It's not that I don't trust you; I don't trust him. You being in the same space as your abuser worried me."

I instantly felt guilty.

"I'm sorry, too. I may have overreacted. You had my best interests at heart; I just hate being told what to do," I sighed for like the hundreth time.

He held his arms out hesitantly.

"Ugh," I scoffed, walking away.

Before he could react, I turned around and jumped on him, my arms and legs wrapping him in my embrace. He was taken aback and fell over, me still on top of him.

"Just kidding," I giggled.

"You had me scared for a second," he chuckled. This was proceeded by us simply staring at each other adoringly.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Justin whispered.

"You might have mentioned it a few times," I smiled, kissing him on the lips. He kissed back passionately. It was a competition to see who could put the most fervor into the kiss. His hands were tangled in my hair and mine on the sides of his head. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled over so he was straddling me. He slowly licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I teased him for a bit, but soon gave in. Our tongues battled for dominance as we made out fiercly.