[Karina]
I loved being here.
Wrapped in his arms, his lips against my forehead, him humming a soft tune as he rubs my hair.
We stayed in that position for what seemed like hours, but it was actually thirty minutes.
"Baby?" He rasps.
"Y-yeah?" I stammer.
"We need to get back. People will worry." He says against my hair.
"Then let them." I mumble. He sucks his teeth.
"Karina..."
"Ugh... Fine..." I sigh raising up from his chest. I look up at him to see a smile across his face.
"You're happy..." I say, smiling wide.
"Yes. Very happy." He rasps, pecking my lips. He grabs my hand leading me out to the party.
"Where have you two been? We've been worried sick." My mom says.
"We went somewhere to... Talk." I say as Justin squeezes my hand behind me.
"So... You guys good?" Lisa asks.
"Yeah... We're good." Justin replies.
"Thank God!" My mom exclaims, causing Justin to laugh.
The rest of my party went great. Justin stayed beside me the rest of the night, and we danced enjoying each other's company.
"You ready to go?" He whispers in my ear.
"Um... Yeah. I am." I mumble rubbing my shoulders.
He unbuttons his jacket taking it off and wrapping it around my shoulders.
"Thanks sweetie." I say smiling warmly at him.
We walk to the entrance, hand in hand. Our smiles never left our faces as we waited for the car to pull up.
"Um.. I-I'm not sure if... It's too soon, but... Could you stay the night... With me?" Justin asks looking down at our connected hands.
I smile warmly. He's nervous. I make him nervous.
"S-sure... I'll stay." I stammer. His eyes shoot meet mine, a smile touching his lips.
"Great." He says as the car pulls up.
As we drove to Justin's house, I basically stared out the window. I've never been a huge fan of car rides. Especially if I'm not driving.
"Baby... You okay?" Justin asks.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I say not looking in his direction.
"Karina... Look at me." He rasps tugging on my hand.
I turn to face him, a small smile on my lips.
"See? I'm fine. Don't worry." I say patting his hand that covered mine.
He pulls me closer to him, and I lay on his chest.
"If you don't want to do this, I can take you home-"
"No." I say cutting him off with my index finger. "I want to do this. I'm fine."
He smirks, kissing my fingertips softly, a tingling sensation going up my spine, something I'd never felt before. He smiles, grabbing my hand in his.
"Okay." He finally says.
Soon we were pulling up to his house my mouth drops. It was huge.
"Wow. This is beautiful." I gasp as we get out of the car.
