Meant To Be

His Return

An hour has passed since he left, I sat on the couch trying to gather my thoughts as to what just happened. Justin didn't text or call me, it was silent.

I decided to go to bed, and since Justin knew my parents were out of town for a while and he had my house key, I had a pleasant surprise.

I'd fallen asleep less then 15 minutes later, I heard my phone go off right before I fell asleep. It was Justin. I didn't read it but I knew it was there.

About 1:00 AM Justin came back. He slipped into my house and of course my dogs didn't bark because they loved him and never ever barked at him.

Justin was in his basketball shorts and his tight tank top (which looked extremely hot might I add), he opened my bedroom door and crawled into my bed and cuddled up to me. He did this quite often when my parents weren't home so it's not like it scared me, but tonight was different.

He never woke me up, he would just lay there with me and let me sleep. I felt his presence, but then, he rolled me over and kissed me on the lips, which woke me up, then began down my neck. Slowly, his lips pressed against me moving down, leaving a small hickey. I just laid there. Not having any sort of reaction till he looked at me with this sexy, kind yet threatening eyes. I could see in his eyes, he was ready. Question is, was I?

We did it. Protected. He had the slowest, most gentle hands, moving slowly, up and down my side. I went with it, and didn't make him stop, because it was such a feeling that nobody else could give me.

Justin got tired, so did I, so I curled up next to him and held on to him, I could feel his heartbeat beating on my chest and knew, he was the one.

Early the next morning, I woke up to the smell of fresh brewed coffee, made just the way I liked it. We watched more Grey's Anatomy and then he got dressed, kissed me goodbye, and went home.