He twisted my body back around so I was facing him once again, and he brought his lips down to brush across my forehead. I turned my head, trying to contain a smile. I could make out with Justin for hours, and be perfectly content, but the small kisses on my forehead were really my favorite. They were so intimate, and felt like a special thing between us. “Um…I think I need a drink.”
He wiped his brow that was gleaming with sweat, and nodded toward the bar, so I led the way. After both of us ordered waters, which of course earned an unhappy look from the bartender, I latched onto Justin’s hand and led him in the direction of the girls. My feet stopped right near the edge of our table, my head snapping back and forth from there to the dance floor. All glasses were gone, except for one, which I think was mine from earlier. There were no purses, no phones, no nothing. My friends ditched me. I glanced behind me and Justin just shrugged his shoulders. “I guess I’ll call a taxi then, since everyone left me.”
He rolled his eyes, grabbing onto my hand. “Like I would let you go home in a taxi. You’re coming with me.” He started heading for the front entrance, and I hesitantly trailed behind, knowing that this probably wasn’t a good idea. Things always tended to happen too fast whenever I was with Justin. Yeah, I guess in the beginning our relationship progressed slowly, until it turned into something real, but my feelings for him were overwhelming, even after everything that happened.
I laughed aloud when we finally stopped and I looked up to see that we’d reached his car. “You really still have this thing?” I pointed at the heap of rusted metal on wheels. I wasn’t a car girl or anything so I had no clue what year it was, but it definitely wasn’t one of those “classic” cars. He always kept the thing impeccably clean on the inside, though, and that was good enough for me.
“Are you gonna be a princess about it again and not want to get in?” He pulled on the handle, the door creaking loudly, and stood there, waiting for me to slide onto the seat.
“Of course not.” I ducked under his arm and sat down, watching him through the windshield as he jogged around to the driver’s side. I was mesmerized by how fluidly his body moved. The way his shirt clung to his chest, and his jeans sat low on his hips, so when he reached up to take his hat off, I could see just a sliver of his stomach. What I wouldn’t do to see the rest of that body, preferably naked.
I sighed loudly as he got into the car and pulled out of the parking lot. My eyes were starting to droop closed, and the silence that filled the car wasn’t helping any. The fog in my head was clearing a little bit since I had swallowed the last bit of alcohol over two hours ago, but the day was catching up with me. And I had tomorrow with Chris to think about, too. I wasn’t sure how that would go exactly, and it had me a little worried. What kind of feelings would be stirred up from seeing again?
I fell asleep in Justin’s car, and didn’t wake up again until I was gently being lifted out and being carried in his strong arms. My eyes popped open when I felt my arm brush against a door and we walked into blackness. He didn’t stop until he got down the hallway, opened another door, and placed me right in the center of his bed. His bed.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” I looked up, barely able to see him in the darkness, and reached over to flip on the light that was next to his bed. Yup, my suspicions were confirmed. We were definitely at his house.
“What do you mean?” He bit down on his lip as he stared down at me. He knew exactly what I was talking about, and I could tell he was trying to hold back a grin.
“You know exactly what I mean. You said you would take me home. This isn’t my house.”
“Well, this is where you belong, so I just figured….” He trailed off when I sat up straighter and scooted myself to the edge of the bed.
I rubbed a hand over my eyes, desperately needing more sleep so I could have a clear head about things. With the way he was watching me, I was ready to just rip off my dress and let him have his way with me. I would enjoy every second of it, and then some, I’m sure. But afterward, that’s when I would be questioning myself, and him.
“Della, we didn’t come here so I could fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open, and he took a step closer, his fingers reaching out to lightly cup my chin. My insides were tingling at that one word, wanting to shout out “Yes, please!” but I kept my lips sealed. It felt good to know that wasn’t the reason he brought me here. After I broke things off, I was worried that maybe our relationship didn’t mean as much to him as it did me. That right there seemed to prove me wrong.