Her

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Justin's POV

"Wow Justin. It's so beautiful here." Miley took in the beach scenery.

"I wanted tonight to be special for my special girl."

We walked to the semi-middle of the beach to a little circular table. It had a red table cloth, candles in the middle, and a big beautiful rose in clear vase.

"I hope you're in the mood for spaghetti because that's our meal plan for tonight. But if you don't want that we can change it."

"That's fine. I love spaghetti."

"I'm actually going to check on the chef, so if you don't mind I'm just going to excuse myself." I walked up to the beach house that I rented for the night.

"How's it going I'm here?"

"Great! About seven more minutes."

"Did you bring the champagne? Because if you didn't..." Before I could finish the chef cut me off.

"Yes, Mr.Bieber we have everything ready."

Taking his word for it, I walked out of the house and back down the beach.

"Miley?"

"Over here Justin!"

I turned my head to the water to see Miley in nothing but her bra and panties. Like holy fuck. She looked amazing. With her wet, perfect body.

"Justin, are you okay?"

I snapped out of my gaze and realized she was now standing right in front of me.

"Yeah. I- you just look amazing."

"I wanted to try out the water. I've never went swimming in the ocean at night." She traced the sand with her foot.

I took my pants and my shirt off and grabbed her hand.

I pulled her into the water on top of me and kissed her lips.

She got up and tried to run along the waters edge.

"Hey!" I ran after her.

"Justin!" she screamed before falling to the ground.

"Shit!" I ran up to her and wrapped my arms around her. "Are you okay baby?"

"HAHA GOT YOU!" She got up and ran.

I got up and again ran after her.

When I caught up to her I swept her off her feet and threw her into the water.

*ding ding* The chef ranged the dinner bell.

"The food must be ready."

I picked Miley off her feet and carried her bride style back to shore.

I grabbed the towels from the chef and handed one to Miley.

I walked her over to her chair and motioned her to sit down.

"Champagne? You never drink champagne."

"Tonight I do."

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After we were finished eating I got up and walked over to Miley's side of the table and got down on one knee.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God." She stood up with tears in her eyes.

"Miley Ray, will you marry me?"

"Justin......that's so sweet. But I-I can't."

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And yes...that did just happen. From here on out things get a little messy.

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