30 day boyfriend

Part 24

DAY NINETEEN

NO POV

Her hair was like a waterfall of knots; a nest of unkempt mahogany that plastered itself on the eggshell white pillow cases like a canvas. Her soft snores were like music to Justin's ears, a melody that no one could even attempt to plague with a finely tuned acoustic guitar. Her plump lips were slightly agape where a dribble of drool leaked and stained the sheets in a dark blob underneath her chin. Carefully adjusting himself on the edge of her bed, his fingertips danced along her exposed ankle until a smile lit up her restless, sleeping face. He loved her smile. He loved the way her features looked so childish when her lips expanded. Her almost permanent stern face brightened up whenever one of her dimples chiseled into her cheekbones. Her legs wiggled uncomfortably in the bed and a grimace swallowed her face as her eyebrows knitted together frustratingly. What seeped from her lips next made Justin feel like he was in the first row on a roller coaster, his stomach lurching with fear and yet filling with maximum excitement.

"Justin..." Parvati groaned, stretching out her body so her legs sprawled over his lap. Sinking back into her mattress, Justin's breath harbored in the sea of his throat, the longing for air not coherent.

He studied her like he would with musical notes, scanning over her peace riddled face and her chest that heaved and pulsed rapidly with every rigid breath that shook her. She said his name. She said his name in her dreams. Did this mean she was dreaming of him? He didn't quite know. He had never known Parvati was a sleep talker. In fact, he had never known Parvati had dimples until he really focused. Until his dark drab eye's saw her in a whole new light - a light where she wasn't just that beautiful girl, that one girl he made a bet with. His eyes now caught the tiny things; the once unseen actions that he had never noticed about her. It was if he was looking at her in a whole new lens - a whole new way where just the sound of her blustering snores could make his heart falter and threaten to stop.

"Get up, get up, get up out of bed or else I will kiss you until you are dead," Justin sang sweetly into her eardrum, his octave's going high than low with each note he sang. Undeniably, Parvati loved his smooth voice and silky vocals that were able to reach a limit of singing she had never even heard and she wouldn't mind if he woke her up so gently - and sweetly - like this every morning.

"I'm tired Justin go away,"

"But I bare gifts," he shifted next to her, lying on his side while he propped himself up on his elbow.

"Gifts? What do you mean gifts?" Turning over onto her side, she sleepily stared up at him through thick eyelashes.

"That sure woke you up," Justin chuckled. "But here, go shower, change into this and y'know, do all that girl shit - then meet us out in the living room."

Shoving a glossy material towards her, Justin bounded out of the room in a flash - the will and determination that it took not to touch her or kiss her almost unbearable. Parvati gently fingered the cottony fabric, realizing whole heartedly what it was and how she'd unmistakably fall in it.

A mist of water circulated around her, the smell of steak arousing her taste buds. A waterfall, merely centimeters away, spat lingering water onto her arms where the steaming Bahama heat wrapped around her exposed skin. Justin's eyes stayed placed on her's, her brunette hair in a sloppy bun compared to the tight ones that hadn't a hair out of place. The restaurant was fancy, filled with pristine dresses and stickily girls that wouldn't dare order the steak like Parvati had. And he loved it. He loved the way only mascara lined her eyelashes and the way her bun was low and strands were out of place.

"So do you like your dress?" Justin popped a piece of his steak in his mouth; a spark in the black vortex that showed her reflection.

"Oh..uhm," Parvati jiggled in her seat, her circulation and breathing methods being cut off. The dress was beautiful - but it more or less hurt her more to wear it than when looking at the price tag. But looking into the gulf of brown and the genuine smile that Justin compelled, how could she have complained? How could she have whined that she hated dresses, hated showing off her skin, and hated how the dress was like wearing torture? He had bought her a dress and even paid for an expensive dinner in their hotel resort's finest restaurant. So guess what? She lied.

"Yes, I love it."

Looking off into the blanket of stars, the dress still tugging on her painfully, Justin smirked, leaning over the edge of the railing bravely. Parvati scurried away from the edge, the sight of heights making her nauseous. Justin, being the celebrity that he was, snagged an opportunity only few dreamed about and only them experienced. They were on top of the hotel. The very top.

"You don't like heights," he said quietly, "do you?"

A tight laugh breezed from her lips, "like? I absolutely hate them."

"Come here," Justin waggled his hand and her neck immediately thrashed from side to side, her sloppy bun shaking violently as her eyes sauced with fear.

"I am perfectly fine where I am. Right here. Nowhere near the edge,"

"Parvati come here," he demanded.

"Justin, I can swim with sharks, I can swim sort of - and I can climb up trees to get one of your little notes for your little games, but I will not go the fuck over there!"

"You're feisty tonight, eh? Now come over here and let's pretend we're on the Titanic," a goofy smile twisted his lips and she desperately tried to back up when she noticed his long strides towards her.

"Justin! No! I don't want to go near the edge! Get away from me!"

Justin lunged for her waist and easily scooped her up and over his shoulder. But not before a ripping sound filled the night and made them both stop fidgeting.

"Justin.. I think the dress ripped," she whispered.

"We'll get it tailored," inching closer towards the edge, he was surprised when Parvati didn't struggle.

"You don't understand, Justin, it ripped up the.. the whole back. You can see my underwear," Parvati mumbled the last word like it were a sin.

Moments passed without a sound eliciting the obscurity of the night. Processing the thought, Justin snorted, gaining a boisterous chuckle that drowned out the sound of residents below.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny! Now put me down!"

"I'll put you down if you agree to kiss me,"

Justin looked out into the Bahamas, cars swerving down the cracked pavements and little shop lights blinking out one by one as the dead of the night sent them fatigue.

"I.. don't.. you said you'd help me, though," she swallowed densely, tensing up on his shoulder.

"And I will help you."

Setting her onto the ground, the railing supporting her back, he smiled childishly down at her - the height difference spectacular.

"See," grabbing her hands he wrapped them around his neck, Parvati's little to no height making her stand on her tippy toes. "You put your hands around his neck and you could play with the hair at the nape of his neck, if you want."

"And then," he whispered, "the guy will lean in and he'll close his eyes.. so you close your eyes too.."

"And finally," he murmured, their lips grazing against each other, "he'll kiss you softly.."

Their lips met in a heated second, the softness between the two of their lips making Justin gargle a moan. Her gentle fingertips played and twirled with the sandy mop of hair that was at the nape of his neck and in that moment they both felt electric shocks penetrate their swollen lips, making them stray away momentarily until they craved the sweet taste of each other's lips. After minutes, Parvati fought for air, and listened to Justin's cinnamon sweet voice dawdle in her eardrum.

"And he'll kiss you and it'll be the best kiss you'll ever have. Turn around, Parvati."

Curious, she turned her around and clashed a shriek. There it was. All of Bahamas in her vision, allowing her to soak it all up and mesmerize the way the dramatic moon lapped it's rays against the murky waters.

"And after he kisses you, you'll trust him, no matter the situation. Do you trust me?" Groping her hips, Justin set his chin atop her shoulder, the sight before him barely the most beautiful thing in front of him. Nodding sheepishly, she unintentionally leaned into his warm body, a flame of red sizzling up when he spoke again.

"By the way, Parv, I like your Hello Kitty underwear."