[Disclaimer: This isn't supposed to be disrespectful towards Jailey. It's only an imaginary story. The peoples actions in it are NOT real!]
This imagine contains mature and sexual content. Read on your own risk!
For full experience listen to:
The Weeknd - The Hills
*Your pov.*
5:30 am.
I was still awake when I got his text. My body was curled up in some comfy blankets. The tv was on and I was watching my favourite show. Episode after episode. I couldn't sleep. Turns out he couldn't either.
I grabbed the phone off my nightstand when I heard it buzzing. One text message from Justin. I swiped my thumb from one side of the display to the other and unlocked it. The first thing that popped up was mine and Justin's chat. There I could read his text: You still up?
I held my mobile in my hand for some time, not writing anything just staring at the screen. Noises were coming from the tv as I was thinking.
Should I answer?
I bite my lower lip nervously and choose to reply: Yes.
As soon as I sent the text Justin was typing. I moved my feet in the bedsheets feeling unsteady. My eyes traveled up to the tv, but they didn't stick there for long. The moment I felt my phone buzzing I looked back at the display. Could we meet?, he texted me.
My heart pounded against my chest heavily. I didn't want to answer him, but I couldn't help it. You can come to my place, I texted him back and locked my phone. I was laying in my bed for some more seconds, staring at the tv but not processing any of the content, before climbing out of it and getting ready.
I took off all my clothes except my underwear and warpped my half naked body into a silky bathrobe. My hair was tied into a ponytail. I pulled off the scrunchie and let it fall onto my shoulders.
Almost done, I thought while searching for some lipgloss. When I found it I patted a little bit on my lips trying to make them look bigger and more shiny.
It's been fifteen minutes since I got ready and even cleaned my bedroom. The clock hit half past five and I could hear the birds chirping outside. Only then someone knocks on the front door. I'm living in a rather small apartment which means there's no need to ring the bell.
Quickly I spray a tiny bit of perfume on my cleavage before rushing towards the entrance and opening it. It's then that I notice it's raining outside. Justin is standing right in front of me with the hood of his sweater on his head and his hands tugged in his jeans pockets.
I feel my stomach tense up. This may sound uncomfortable, but it's rather exhilarating. I can literally feel my pupils dilate at his sight. A strand of his wet blonde hair is covering a bit of his face. Some raindrops are dripping down from his nose and his lips seem more hydrated and full than usual.
»May I come in?«, he asks lifting one of his brows casually.
I nod giving him permission to step inside my place. He enters and I close the door behind him. I tighten the soft belt around my robe and cross my arms in front of my chest. Justin turns round and faces me for a split moment before examining my entire body.
His eyes travel all the way down to my bare feet. He licks his lips noticing I was waiting for him eagerly. As his gaze wanders up to my face again I try to look everywhere but at him.
»It's pretty late«, I say loosing up the tension between us.
My eyes are fixed on the floor for a second before I feel confident enough to face Justin again. Now he's the one looking anywhere but at me.
