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23 • Welcome to Miami

"There's more
where that came from."

It's been a few weeks since Aaliyah asked me to stay the night with her. We've been going out and hanging around quite often since then. If I said that I wasn't falling for her then I would be a lying bastard. Being with her five days out of the seven in the week has made me realize it.

I also dropped my new single What Do You Mean two weeks ago, which has everyone going crazy since it's my new record off the album I had been working on for a while. I was so glad to have the song out after the awaiting 'comeback'. God, did it feels so amazing to hear people saying good things about me after my downfall.

Along with a single, comes a music video and when that dropped a week later...Aaliyah and I became the hottest 'duo'. It stirred up so many rumors about our relationship since the video was kinda sexual, but I just let people think what they wanted. Being in the spotlight always came with negative effects and after going through everything, I finally learned that I can't give up on myself because eventually everyone else will too.

But to be clear, Aaliyah and I are just dating. Dating as in we can see other people, but really I don't even want to see anyone else. She told me from the jump that she wants to take things slow, so I have to respect that. It's just kinda hard since I know what I want and I have to wait.

Anyway, today Aaliyah and I are flying to Miami for a South Beach shoot, which I'd like to count as a mini vacation. I appreciate all the love that I'm receiving from my new single, but it's actually a little overwhelming. Getting away for a few days is never a bad idea, although my fans would probably argue with me and say that i've already been away for too long.

"Justin do you know where my other he-"

I hold up the beige six-inch heel and wave it, "Right here."

Aaliyah stands up from looking under my bed and smiles as she walks over to me to retrieve it. "Oh, thank you." She slips both of her heels on and smoothes out her pencil skirt before looking at me. "What?" she asks once she notices me staring.

Why can't you keep your thirsty eyes to yourself? "Huh?" I ask dumbly.

She giggles and shakes her head, "You've developed a staring problem."

I scratch the back of my neck out of embarrassment, "Sorry, you just-you look really pretty."

She steps closer to me and brings her hands up to my shoulders, "Why thank you." I smile as her right hand slides down my chest, "You look nice too."

Fuck, fuck, fuck. "T-Thanks." She smiles at my nervousness and drops her hands to her sides. I accidentally let out an audible breath. "Dammit."

"I didn't know that I made you so nervous," she smirks, propping her left hand up on her hip.

I clear my throat, "What are you talking about?"

She steps close enough so that her nose is touching mine, "I make you nervous when I'm really close or," she brings her hand up to the side of my neck, "when I'm touching you."

My breath hitches and I mentally curse myself for proving her right. "I'm not nervous," I lie through a smile and she giggles in response.

I feel her body press against mine, "Is that so?"

As I am about to embarrass myself, the doorbell rings. Thank God!

"Saved by the bell," she teases and I groan because she knows that I was seconds away from breaking under her touch.