You Changed Me

Chapter Twenty-One : Nothing Will Change

Tiffany's POV

After I got out of Justin's shower I dried myself off with a towel.

I opened the bathroom door just a little.

I peeked inside the room.

Justin wasn't there anymore.

Hmm.

I walked into his room.

Towel wrapped around my body.

My hair dripping wet.

I held the clothes I was wearing before.

Set them down on the bed.

I put on my bra and underwear.

But I can't wear the same clothes again.

I walked over to Justin's closet.

Searching for something I could wear.

I found another sweatpants.

They were black this time.

I put them on.

This wouldn't be my first time wearing Justin's clothes.

He didn't mind the first time.

So I don't think he'll mind now.

I still have to find a shirt.

I went over to Justin's drawers.

I searched through the first one.

They were filled with his briefs and boxers.

I laughed.

Then shut the drawers and began looking through the second one.

I searched and I searched.

Still nothing.

And then out of the blue the door open.

I looked over.

Justin standing there.

He wore all black again.

Black shirt.

Black jeans.

Of course I didn't mind it since he looks really good in black.

He smirked when he saw me standing in his room half nude looking in his drawers.

He walked up to me.

He was so close.

"Looking for something?" He asked.

His voice coming out a little sarcastic.

I felt his eyes creeping all over my body.

Oh no.

I hate it when people stare.

Most importantly I hate it when Justin stares.

I felt a blush forming.

I looked down at the open drawers so he wouldn't see my blush.

"Yea...um I'm actually looking for a shirt" I said.

He chuckled.

Then closed the second draw and opened the third one.

"They're down here" He said.

I bent over and grabbed his black and white shirt.

I put on.

Justin just couldn't stop staring at me.

He chuckled again.

"I think you're wearing my clothes better than I do" He said.