As Leeanne stood under the hot water, letting it soothe her, Justin stood in front of the door, watch her.
He was getting harder and harder every second he watched her. His body was telling him to get in with her. But them there was that other part of him that didn't want to rush things.
He couldn't believe she thought he didn't want her anymore. But he understood why she felt that way. And he hated himself for making her feel so insecure.
So it was time he showed her how much he truly wanted her.
[Leeanne]
As I washed my body, I felt this feeling as if someone was watching me. Suddenly I hear the shower door open, but I never turned around. All I could hear was heavy breathing and soft moans. And right then I knew Justin was in the shower with me.
"Fuck Leeanne..." He hisses.
I felt so insecure. And I've never felt like this before with Justin. He use to make me feel so confident and free. But after a while, it seemed he didn't care anymore. And since I've had Amelia my body isn't like it use to be.
"Turn around babe." He asks with his deep raspy voice.
I shake my head 'no'.
"Baby let me see you." He asks gently grabbing my waist, turning me around slowly. My hands cover my body the best they could and I closed my eyes as I turned to face him.
"B-beautiful." He rasps pulling me to him.
"N-no. S-stop."
"Stop what?" He asks.
"S-stop doing this to me." I whimper, moving away from him.
He sighs, licking his lips.
"There's no need to be insecure around me." He says.
"Yeah right." I scoff, turning away from him slightly.
"Leeanne..."
"Justin stop okay? There's no need for you to try and make me... Feel secure about how I look."
His eyes sadden. "I did this to you."
"Y-yeah. You did." I mumble looking down away from him.
"So let me fix it."
"I-it's too late." I whimper, looking down as I walk out of the shower, praying that his hands don't touch me.
I walk into my room, wrapping a towel around my wet body.
How did I become like this? I'm so fucking broke I can barely look at myself in the mirror. It's like my whole life had changed before my eyes and I can't get it back.
"Leeanne... Look at me." Justin commands.
"What's the point?"
"I want to see you."
"You haven't wanted to see me for three years... Why all of a sudden you want to see me now?"
He sighs deeply again. Suddenly he was behind me. Directly behind me.
"Don't touch me..." I whimper moving away slightly.
"I've made you feel this way... Let me fix it."
"No... You had your chance to fix it. You didn't. It's too late."
"No it's not."
"Justin-"
"I'm not giving up on you... Or us."
"Us?"
"Yeah... Us."
"Oh god."
"Baby look at me." He begs.
I sigh deeply, turning to him. He was now in his towel again, wetter than before.
"I need you... To let me fix this... I didn't mean for you to-"
"Be insecure? Well it happens when the only man that's ever made love to you shares it with different bitches every night." I say.
"Can you stop doing that?" He snaps.
"Doing what?"
"I'm trying to fix this. I'm trying to make a fucking effort to fix us and your smarting off."
"Because I don't give a flying fuck anymore!" I sob.
His eyes widen at my tone.
"I'm tired of trying to make this shit work Justin. I've tried for years to make it work. And what did you do? You wasted it. You threw it away. You didn't care about me. Or the fact that I cried every night because I knew you were with some other girl. Or the fact that because I thought about it every day for six fucking weeks, I miscarried our baby. You didn't care. So forgive me for not believing you now."
His face was red. His eyes filled with tears.
"You're not going to make this easy are you?"
"I-I n-never s-said I would." I stammer.
He chuckles a little, tears falling down his cheeks. "Okay... I understand."
"No. You don't..." I mumble walking to my closet.
I dry off, slipping on some sweats and a shirt. When I came back he was gone. And to be honest I didn't care. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and then headed to my living room.
I thought he'd be there, but I guess he went into his room. Sighing, I plop on the couch, wiping my face. I was so fucking tired of crying. It was exhausting and pointless.
"I love you." I hear Justin say.
I look up to seem him dressed in a shirt and shorts. He smiles a little.
"What? You expect me to say it back?" I sass.
He bites his lip, walking into the living room. "No. But I want to eventually hear you say it again."
He sits beside me on the couch, a few inches away but not too close. Basically respecting my space.
"Mmhm... Eventually..." I say.
He sighs, looking at me. "Why don't we... Start over?"
My eyes widen. "Start over?"
"Yeah. Let the past be the past. Move forward."
He never gives up.
"Justin... If you would've said that lets say... A year ago... I would've jumped at the chance to start over. But I think we are too far ahead to start over."
"Ugh Leeanne..." He groans.
"What?" I chuckle.
"Can you please tell me what to do? I'm lost as a motherfucker."
I laugh, him joining me. "Okay... You want us back? You want it the way it was before the cheating and the lying, right?"
"Yes..." He simply says.
"Well... From this point on... Your ass will work for it."
His eyes widen a little.
"Yep. I'm making you work for what you want. The first few times, I forgave you just like that... But this time... Ha... You working for this shit." I sass.
He sighs deeply. "Okay... I'll work for it."
"Good... And don't think this is going to be a walk in the park. You're really gonna have to work for this." I explain.
He simply nods, staring at me from the side.
This should be very interesting...
(a/n: I know y'all are so ready for this love scene, but...
The reason I'm stalling it is because I want it to be intense and emotion filled.
So he's working for it back. And he has to work hard.
Comment your thoughts.
Don't. Hate. Me.)
