OUT OF PLACE || JUSTS SIRMAIS (PART TWO)
I kick off my heels as soon as we step inside our apartment. These shoes had been killing my feet ever since the moment I put them on.
In the end, sure it was worth it, but right now I needed some bandaids.
I start to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Just as I'm about to grab a glass from the cabinet, Justs wraps his arms around my waist from behind me.
He rests his head on my shoulder.
"You tired?" I ask him, already knowing the answer.
"Hmm." Is his response, rocking softly from side to side.
I close my eyes, enjoying the moment.
I place my hands over his, and allow my thoughts to drift off to wherever.
Suddenly, Justs pulls away and I miss the warmth his body gave me.
"Come." He says, and pulls me with him by my hand.
We stumble into the living room, and onto the couch.
Justs lays down, and pulls me on top of him. I rest my head on his chest, once again closing my eyes.
It wasn't often that we took a moment like this, and laid down to just enjoy each other's presence.
Nothing more, nothing less.
"You know, I was scared for today." Justs admits.
"You were?" I'm aware that my voice sounds surprised, "Why?"
"I don't know." He says, and attempts to shrug his shoulders. "Just nerves, I guess. It's not nothing, an event like that."
"What happened to 'it's just a small Latvian event, nothing more'?" I question him.
"I said that for you." He admits sheepishly, cheeks turning slightly pink. "You looked like you were about to run away and hop on the next plane as far from here as possible."
I scoff at him, "I wouldn't. I promised you to come, so I did."
"And you killed it." He says, "If you wouldn't have been there, I don't think I would've been as..." he starts, looking for the right words. "Comfortable, I suppose."
"Really?"
"I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true." He chuckles, and runs his fingers through the ends of my hair.
"So thank you, for being there with me tonight."
I smile, even though he doesn't see, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."
His steady breathing is calming, and I feel myself getting more and more tired.
The event had been draining, constantly going from one important person to the other. Walking around all evening in heels that were killing. Drinking champagne here and there, and just keeping up with everything that was happening around us.
Especially since I'd never been to anything like this before, everything was new to me, and it tired me out.
Justs had kept his arm either around my waist, or held my hand through the entire evening, which had been my comfort.
Yet, now, he'd admitted that I'd been his comfort.
Apart from all that, there was one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.
"I love you."
"I can never get enough of hearing that." He says, and tangles his fingers in my hair again. "I love you."
And just like him, I could never get enough of hearing that either.
I let out a tired yawn, "Wanna go to bed?"
"Actually, I'm good here." He replies, and closes his eyes.
I attempt to get up, but Justs keeps his arms wrapped tightly around me, leaving me with no other choice than give in.
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hELLO yes part two
I struggled so much not to make this dirty HAha
anyway I was about to sleep then I forgot that I wanted to post this 😂😂whoops
but here it is& I hope this is a worthy part two (it felt right to do a part two so?) it's lowkey short and I didn't proof read
I'm honestly the worst author ever 😂
