Stay With Me § BWWM JB

27 • Scandal

"Your back hurts too?"

I feel lips press against mine and my eyes flutter open. Aaliyah tilts her head back and smiles at me.

"Good morning, baby."

I sit up, making her scoot back, and get out of bed. She furrows her eyebrows at me and I put my finger up before going into the bathroom to quickly brush my teeth. I don't want my morning breath hitting her in the face.

When my teeth feel nice and clean and my breath smells minty fresh, I walk out of the bathroom and back into the room. As I get on the bed, I crawl on top of Aaliyah and bend down to peck her lips a few times.

"Morning, baby," I sing dramatically.

"Minty," she giggles. "Say it again."

I grin, "Morning, baby."

"You calling me baby does things to me."

My lips curve into a smirk, "What kinds of things?"

"It makes my heart flutter and gives me butterflies," she says shyly, averting her eyes from mine.

"Don't act all shy now, last night you were completely confident," I chuckle as I think about last night's events.

"Shut up, I was...drunk."

I lift my eyebrows, "Oh were you?"

"No," she replies quietly.

"Do you regret anything?" I ask in a serious tone.

She immediately shakes her head, "Not at all. I am happy. You made me feel wanted last night. You really did treat me like a Queen. Thank you for giving your all to me."

Hearing her say that brings a grin to my face. I wanted and want to make her feel good, happy, like a Queen. She deserves the best.

"I'm happy too. I do want you and I don't think I'll ever stop wanting you. You deserve anything and everything and I'm going to do whatever I can to give that to you. I want to make you feel like you're the only girl in the world. I want to help fulfill your wants and needs. I want to make you feel good emotionally, mentally, and physically. I just wanna be your man really." She smiles and I kiss her lips lightly, wanting it to be sweet. "I want to be yours as long as you'll let me."

"You're so sweet with your words, it makes me want to cry," she giggles. "You're such an amazing and kind-hearted person, sometimes I don't believe that you're real. Like you're the guy that my mom always told me would come by and sweep me off of my feet. The guy who would give me the world and treat me in a way that I should be treated. You are legit heaven sent. I'm really happy to be able to call you my man. You're mine," she smiles.

"I'm what? Say the last part, I didn't hear it clearly," I joke.

She presses her lips to mine then pulls back, "You, Justin Bieber, are mine."

"That's what I thought you said. It sounds so good coming from your mouth."

She starts laughing, "Oh my God, I thought you said something else."

I playfully roll my eyes, "Dirty. You're such a perve."

"Says you," she scoffs. "Should I remind you of what you did last night?"

I prop my elbow beside her head on her pillow and rest my cheek in my hand, "I don't even know what you're talking about."

"You stuck your fingers, tongue, and p in my v."

"I did no such thing."

"Lying is a sin," she mocks me from last night.

I laugh, "Okay. I did, but-"