My mouth dropped open, right as every nerve in my body sparked to life all at the same time, from one simple sentence. Justin was here, standing right behind me with his arms wrapped around me. It felt all too comforting, especially since my head was so fuzzy.
I twisted myself around, and he smirked at me, reaching up to tuck back a piece of hair that escaped from the tight knot on the top of my head, before placing his hands back on my waist. I eyed him carefully as he continued to stare at me silently.
I blinked a couple of times, thinking that maybe I was imagining things, or maybe this was just some guy that looked like Justin with my drunk goggles on. But then he flashed me his dimples and I stopped questioning myself. I may have even stopped breathing, too.
He looked beyond good, in a pair of dark jeans and a white long sleeved Henley that was stretched tightly across his chest, rolled at the elbows so his one sleeve of tattoos was on display. His black beanie sat low on his head, just above those gray eyes of his that were sparkling as he stared back at me.
“See something you like?” he teased, his mouth twitching faintly. I shook my head fiercely. Even though that was most certainly the truth, he didn’t need to know that. He was still on my shit list.
“Nope.” I turned my head sideways so I wasn’t looking at him anymore, trying to back up a step when his hands loosened from my waist, but that just made my legs turn to Jell-O, and I stumbled slightly.
“Whoa.” Justin’s hands snapped back up to wrap around me, this time crushing me tightly to his chest so my nose was pressed into him.
I was getting lost in the scent of Justin. This was not good. I lifted my head back up, narrowing my eyes at him. “Don’t you think your girlfriend would find this a little inappropriate? I’m not gonna be your dirty little secret or whatever you think is happening here. I’m not starting a relationship again with you based on a lie. I’m not going to willingly put my heart through the shredder again.” I hiccupped loudly after closing my mouth, and tears started brewing in my eyes. I knew I was probably overreacting. I was a little bit of an emotional drunk, if you couldn’t tell. I really couldn’t help it.
“Della,” he whispered hoarsely, dipping his head low to brush against my ear once again. “There’s no one else, but you. There has never been anyone, but you. There will never be anyone else again, but you. Why can’t you see that?”
I shivered when his tongue darted out, licking the shell of my ear, before moving down to trace a path down my neck. He pulled back, touching his forehead to mine. “I’m not taking no for an answer anymore. You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not. But I promise you’ll like it.”
His hand pushed on the smooth skin at the small of my back, causing my hips to arch against him and push against the hardness that was slowly growing in the front of his pants. He started moving us rhythmically to the music that was blaring, and I shut my eyes, allowing the overwhelming feelings that were running through my body to just takeover and let my brain shut off for a while. I liked being in Justin’s arms like this. No, I loved it, actually.
It reminded me of the first time we met. I was thrown by the sexiness that he exuded, from not only his looks but also the overwhelming air of cockiness that surrounded him. I was ready to turn the other way, thinking he was a complete ass, but Mariah had shown up when I was supposed to be hanging out with Nash, and I didn’t want to have to stomach watching the two of them together.
So, I agreed when Justin asked me to dance. And I was glad I did, even though I told him to fuck off afterward because he was a little too touchy-feely for some guy I just met. Luckily, that wasn’t the last time I saw him. I didn’t think I would ever actually be in his arms again, dancing with him like this.
He suddenly turned me around so my body was flush against his and buried his nose in the crook of my neck, guiding my hips to the music. His knee went in between my legs, and I grinded against him before leaning forward. I heard a loud groan and peeked over my shoulder to see a pained expression on his face before I popped back up and pushed my body back into him.
I’m not sure how long we danced like that together. Time didn’t matter out there with him. I knew we had things to discuss. I knew that things between us just couldn’t go back to being normal, well, as normal as things could get when it came to Justin. But right then I didn’t care.