Needing You

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  Hero will be here soon, and I'm scared to see how he'll react. I know we're together, after all this time of denying it, but I still can't get that little inkling out of my head.

What if he's doing this to mess with me?

  No, he wouldn't do that to me. He wouldn't even let anyone else do that to me. He's always watched out for me, but now it's time for me to also look out for him. I put on my mascara, and wonder if I should've gone with more of a extravagant look.

  I put on some setting spray and then I slip the dress on. In the mirror, my smile is just as bright as it was in the dressing room.

-I'll be there in 20 minutes, I can't wait to see you🥺😘-

  I immediately smile. So I guess it's just not me who has this aching hole that needs to be filled. I miss holding him, the feeling of his arms around me.

  I put the nude heels on and keep my hair in the loose curls I put in before. He'll be here any minute, and part of me hopes he has a driver so I can kiss him more times then I can count.

  The lip gloss might throw him off a bit. I tend to not put much on my lips because there's never a need too unless I'm in a photo shoot or filming.

It's like I'm out of my shell, and I'm living for it.

I jump slightly when I hear the doorbell ring. It's Hero, and my heart rate definitely goes up. It's the first time I'm seeing him since he had to go to Paris for a few fashion shows last month. This is our first date though, so I'm definitely nervous.

I try not to run to the door so I don't fall and break my ass. I look through the people hole thing that's on the door to make sure it's him. It is, and I smile more. I open the door and jump into his arms. Hugging him tighter then I've ever held him.

"Well hello there," he laughs, but nuzzles his head into my neck. I hear him sniffle and I already know tears are falling down my face. I reluctantly pull away from him so he can come in.

"The way you just greeted me I don't even wanna go out anymore." He laughs and smile. "Oh! I uh... I got you these." He rubs the back of his neck nervously and hands me a bouquet of beautiful flowers.

"Hero..." I say in awe. "These are beautiful, where did you even get them?" I ask looking up at him with bright eyes.

"A man never tells." He smile and pulls me into his arms. "You look stunning." He whispers because of how close we are. He leans closer to me and kiss me and I've never been happier.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, giving him better access to my lips. I want all of him, but we probably shouldn't right now. My hormones battle my conscience as he presses his body against me.

"Hero..." I half whine and half giggle.

He keeps his head in my neck, planting small kisses. "I don't wanna let go of you Jo," he says softly and admittedly I don't wanna let go either.

"Well," I giggle, "you don't have to let go of me later, but I'm hungry now and wanna go eat." I smile and kiss him again. I can never have enough of him.

"You definitely didn't make it easy for me to do anything to you." He laughs and I look down at the dress.

"Don't you love it?" I ask smiling, and I'm turning like a ballerina.