C H A P T E R T W E L V E
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song of the chapter
~End/Golden Girl by Frank Ocean~
"Looks like all we've got is each other
The truth is obsolete
Remember when all I had was my mother
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If we build a house in paradise, will we get to heaven still?
If we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven
I'mma stay right here, with you
Til the hurricane comes, 'til the tsunami comes, I've found my gold
You're my golden girl
You're the one I've chosen, girl"
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warning: sexual content
Selena's POV:
Justin smiled into my neck. "You smell so good," He inhaled.
"You're so weird." I smirked, secretly not wanting him to remove his head from the crook of my neck.
But, he did. "Did I mention I love you?"
My warm breath blew right in his face when I began to talk. "Yes."
"I love you." He leaned in for a kiss which I kindly reciprocated.
With Justin, he never kisses hard. He kisses softly and sweetly, never fighting for dominance or control or ever feeling the need to.
His hands slid up the back of my shirt as I sat on his lap comfortably. His palms roamed around, finally reaching fully across my waist, pulling me closer. "Jay, there's cameras everywhere," I murmured into his lips.
"Who cares." He never broke the kiss.
We sat cramped up in a little chair in the middle of the Salt Lake City airport.
He kindly offered to take me on a trip a few days ago. It was a year since my mom had her miscarriage and I just needed to get out of the house.
Justin to the rescue, like always.
We've been back to the old us recently, but just knowing that it won't last long really breaks my heart. He gets back on the tour bus in a couple weeks and I guess I'm just scared. I don't want to lose him, I don't want to lose us. I don't want to lose trust. I just want these last few moments to last forever.
I sighed, resting my hand on his cheek. "I don't wanna leave."
He looked at me for a minute, and finally responded. "I think we should move in together."
"What do you-," I stopped in shock. "No, we, we can't do that." No way.
"Why not? You're always at my house anyways and you always complain about how crazy your mom is. I was thinking why don't you just move in with me?" He tried convincing me.
"I don't know..." This is too soon. I mean it'd be nice, but I already know it'd do way more damage than good.
"Or," He adjusted his hips beneath me. "We get a new house just for us. No Ryan, no Za, no Mandy, no one." He smirked, sliding his hand under my shirt once again. "Just us,"
"Jay, I don't know. I think it's kinda nice to have our own space and stuff. And what about my mom, you know what she's going to say. Everyone is going to freak out about this. And you're on tour and everything," The whole idea of moving in together scared me. That's real commitment right there. Just last month I thought we were over for sure, and now he wants to move in. Maybe this is one of the techniques that guys do like getting the girl pregnant so that she has to stay with him.
