“Fuck.” I hear him get up from the sofa and I figure he’s going to leave. “You know Mel,” he continues. “She was my best fucking friend, and...and shit went down, and we were never the same. Then the kidnapping happened and...I just...I thought I could love her, and I tried to. It made me feel better, you know...that I could try to love somebody after the...after what happened.”
It makes me turn my gaze on him finally, and he’s staring at the floor now from his spot in the middle of the room, sobbing quietly. “And?” I whisper.
He looks up at me and wipes the tears out of his eyes. “I couldn’t love her the way she wanted, and it killed her. It killed me too. Today we saw each other for the first time in months, and it scared the shit out of me, because I wasn’t prepared,” he confesses. “I just...I wanted to deal with her in my own way, on my own time, you know?”
I nod a little, because I’m beginning to understand, and I’m happy that he’s decided to share his feelings with me. I get out of the recliner a moment later, and slowly make my way over to him, taking his hands in mine when I’m finally in front of him. “Justin, whatever happened between the two of you...it’s over now,” I tell him gently. “It’s like I’ve been telling you...you need that closure so you can move on.”
He shakes his head roughly. “That wasn’t closure.”
I sigh. “But you saw her...I mean, didn’t you talk to her?”
“No...well...kind of but...it wasn’t anything that took care of the shit that’s gone on between us. We need more time for that.”
“Time you’ve got.” I say, flashing him a gentle smile as I place my hand on his cheek, and rub it a little bit. “And Trace was wrong to force the two of you into seeing each other like this. I don’t understand him at all, Justin.”
He shrugs. “I can’t think about it anymore,” he says, with a roll of his eyes. “I feel sick enough as it is. I just need to get my mind off of today, somehow.”
I pull him close after that, letting him tuck his face between my neck and shoulder, hoping that it’s able to help him. He seems to relish the moment, sobbing into my shoulder as he tells me that he loves me so much. I can’t return his statement of course, but I know that he’s okay with that. The fact that he’s wrapped up in my arms is making him feel so much better...so much more secure, and I quickly forget my anger. I only focus on him, on how much I care about him, and...that I’m starting to feel like he’d do anything for me. Him racing to my rescue earlier proved that, and...
And I feel like we’re taking the next step in our relationship, the one that I’ve been fearful of but known I’d give into when the moment was right.
“I want to take you some place tonight,” he manages to tell me after awhile, his eyes still a little glossy as he pulls away from me and looks into my eyes with a soft smile on his face.
“Oh Justin, I’m not in the mood to go out tonight,” I tell him tiredly. “Honestly, I just want to lay on the couch with you and watch a movie.”r32;
“No it’s not like that,” he reassures me. “This is a special place, and you’ll love it, trust me.”
I cock my head to the side. “Justin...”
r32;“Trust me,” he whispers, planting a soft, simple kiss on my lips. “Please, Mel? Let me take you.”
He’s so hopeful, as if his entire life depends on whether I go to this place with him or not. I shouldn’t give in, but of course I can’t help myself. I can’t stand to see him this distraught, can’t stand the fact that his best friend...the one who came back, wanted Justin to trust him again, betrayed him like this. I want to be here for him, comfort him in anyway I can right now, because I know he would do the same thing for me.
“Okay,” I reply softly.
He smiles.
**************
I went back to the guesthouse so I could shower and change before our little outing tonight, and I instructed Justin that he should do the same because I didn’t want to “go on a date with someone who smelled like dirt and sweat”. It made him smile, even laugh a little, and I was glad. It’s been a couple of hours since then, and I was able to spend some quality time with Morgan while I tried to figure out what’s so special about this place that Justin is dragging me out to tonight. I guess I shouldn’t be so curious. Back when I was normal, before I was raped, I used to love surprises. During my freshman year of college, a bunch of girls in my dorm threw me a surprise birthday party, and it was really great.
I don’t do so well with random outbursts of excitement anymore.
It’s nearly six now, and the sun has begun to lower itself below the trees that surround Justin's massive property. One thing I love about living out here is the sunset. No matter what day it is, unless it’s raining, the California sunset has always been one of the most breathtaking things I’ve ever witnessed. Mrs. Donnabora’s house had a pretty fantastic view of the sunset. In fact, I can remember sitting out on the deck with Cooper on various nights throughout the summer, drinking home made lemonade and joking around as we watched the sunset together.
I still feel guilty as hell about seeing Cooper today, even though I shouldn’t. Cooper was always a friend, and he still is, but something tells me that Justin wouldn’t react well if he knew I’d gone off with some strange guy he didn’t know from anywhere, without telling him. I should probably tell him about it tonight, but I’m not so sure if it’s the best idea. Justin’s emotions have been fucked around with entirely too much today as it is, without this added to the mix. Relationships are about being fair though, and keeping Cooper a secret from him wouldn’t be fair at all.
I just don’t know if I want to give Justin a reason to be upset with me today.
I sigh, putting the lunch with Cooper out of my mind as I finish zipping my jeans and giving myself a final once over in the mirror. I look okay, I guess. I decided to throw on a little bit of makeup for him, and I still have no idea why. It’s not something I normally do, Trace’s little barbeque last week being the only exception. I don’t know, I guess since things are escalating so much between us I feel the need to look decent whenever Justin wants me to go somewhere with him. Like, he always looks good, so why shouldn’t I, right?
I’m so weird sometimes.
I kiss Morgan on the head and reassure her I’ll be back tonight, before walking outside. She meows a little bit before I close the door, almost as if she’s wishing me luck, and I chuckle slightly as I begin to walk across the yard to Justin’s house. The back door slides open before I can reach the halfway point, and he sticks his head out, a bright gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. He’s a world away from the Justin I’d been speaking to only a few hours ago. This time he’s happy, carefree. I should probably question it, given the circumstances of today, but something inside of me is begging me not to. It’s telling me just to go with tonight, have a little fun and deal with the bullshit later.
Hell, maybe I will for once. Maybe I’ll kick back for the first time in a really long time, and let Justin show me how he manages to de-stress himself during times like this.
“You wore jeans! Great!” He smiles when I make my way onto the deck, and pulls me into his arms so he can kiss me quickly.
“So I did,” I chuckle, pulling away from him nervously. “Why is that so fantastic though?”
He winks at me. “You’ll see. Come on.”
He yanks me by the hand and pulls me down the deck steps before I can stop him. We literally run across his lawn and into his garage, a place I rarely go into. I have no reason to be in here normally, because I know nothing about making his cars look shiny and clean, and I figure if he needs something done in here, he’ll let me know.
It really is a majestic looking place though, I’ll give him that. In one corner, he has three old fashioned looking cars lined up. One looks like it was made in 1912, and the other two look like the types of cars you’d see parked in front of a diner in the 50’s. I’m kind of giddy about them actually. I’m a dork like that, interested in all that old fashioned stuff, and it’s yet another thing he and I have in common. I recognize his BMW parked across from those three, the mercedes convertible that Lynn took us to the mall in comes next, then some kind of military looking Jeep, and an expensive looking black sports car comes after that. I have no idea if he ever has the time to drive all of them, but something tells me that he purchased all of these cars awhile ago, before everything happened to him. I never hear him talk about them, and he only drives his BMW, so I guess they don’t matter as much.
“The really old one is an original Ford in case you’re curious,” Justin speaks up as he leads us around a corner. “My grandfather restored it and shipped out here for my birthday last year.”
“Wow, I’m impressed,” I smile as we walk, happy that he’s actually talking about his grandfather in a positive light right now. The most I ever hear is that Justin hasn’t talked to him in a long time, and he doesn’t know how things are going to go when he finally returns home for a visit. It gives me a small insight as to how close they once were, and it’s kind of strange...but it gives me a really warm, homey feeling inside. It’s something I’ve never been able to experience before. I mean, I never had a grandfather or a father so I don’t know what that type of bond is like. I’m happy Justin is going rebuild his though. It almost compensates for my loss in a way.
It almost..almost...makes me want to go home with him so I can meet his grandfather too.
“Yeah, when I was younger we started to restore it together,” he continues. “But the business side of things sort of put a stop to me doing that after awhile, so he took on the job himself. It took six years, we both teared a little when he told me it was completely done.”
“Aww,” I coo, giving his hand a squeeze. “You two must be really close then.”
He nods a little. “When my dad left he was the only father figure I had for awhile, until my mom met Paul. He taught me how to be a man and all that.”
“Well he must be really proud of how you turned out,” I say, as we stop in front of a section of four or five motorcycles that are line up in a row. “You know, not every grandfather gets to see his grandson grow up to be famous.”
He’s quiet, putting his hands on the leather seat cushion of a fancy looking Harley Davidson, running his fingers along the smooth material for awhile before meeting my gaze again. “I really let him down, you know?”
I shake my head. “He knows you’ve been through something.”
“Yeah but...one of the most important things he taught me growing up was that a real man doesn’t turn his back on his family, no matter how hard things get,” he explains. “That’s what makes a Bomar man a real Bomar man.”
I chuckle. “But you’re not a Bomar.”
“A name doesn’t give me an excuse,” he smirks. “My Daddy is a Timberlake, nothing I can do about that, but I was raised by a red blooded Tennessee Bomar, and he’s gonna kick my ass when I show my face back home.”
“I”m sure you’re overanalyzing his feelings,” I say, trying to reassure him as I eye the motorcycle nervously. “You need to go there with an open mind.”
He just nods, but doesn’t seem to want to discuss the topic any further. “Are you curious yet?”
I look at him strangely. “What do you mean?”
“Well you haven’t ask me where we’re going,” he says, flashing me a playful smile. r32;“I figured you’d be bouncing questions around left and right by this point, but all we’ve talked about is my old Ford and how my grandfather is going to kick my ass.”
“So tell me,” I laugh. “I’m curious now.”
“Here.” He picks up a motorcycle helmet from a rack on the wall next to him and holds it out to me. “Put it on and climb on the back,” he orders, as he mounts the same Harley he was looking at a moment ago.
I feel my eyes grow wide. “Oh no,” I say immediately. “No way.”
“Come on,” he says gently. “You gotta try it once. Riding a bike is the best feeling in the world.”
“Not having a broken neck is the best feeling in the world,” I defend, pushing his hand away as he shoves the helmet closer to me. “I’m not getting on that thing with you.”
“Don’t you trust me?”
I groan. “Yes...but...I’ve never...”
“Don’t think about how you’ve never done it, just do it.” He pushes the helmet towards me again, with a smile of certainty on his face. “I’d never let anything happen to you, Mel. You know that.”
I really fucking hate him. Why am I putting the helmet on? Why am I even considering getting on a damn motorcycle with this man right now? He’s supposed to be unstable, right? I shouldn’t be getting on a motorcycle with a depressed, unstable maniac, right?
I shouldn’t be allowing myself to fall in love with him either, but I am.
Oh Lord, strike me down now please.
I swing my leg over the side, and he helps me slide myself onto the seat before I see him put his own helmet on his head. I start to tremble, and I know I’m scared shitless. I should get off... I should...
“Wrap your arms around my waist, Mel.”
I do. I think I hold him tighter than I ever have before, and I lean my head against his back, letting out a pathetic shriek as the Harley roars to life. He revs the engine, and I don’t know what to do, other than to hold on for dear life. Maybe this is a joke, maybe he wont’ take off and we’ll just sit here and he’ll laugh at me once he turns the engine off telling me he can’t believe how scared I looked.
But he never turns the engine off.
I scream as he pulls out of the garage at a pace that’s much to fast for my liking. “Slow down!” I yell, squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto him even tighter as we pick up speed. “It’s too fast! It’s too fast!”
He can’t even hear me. My god, we’re going to plunge to our deaths in the Hollywood Hills.
The wind whips through my hair and it’s the only sound I can hear for a long while. I never open my eyes, but for some reason I feel strangely at peace with myself once I’m able to stop trembling and whimpering. Riding along with Justin is beginning to calm me. I can feel his muscles rippling through his tee shirt. He’s hard, rugged, but somehow soft at the same time. That makes no sense at all, I know, but it’s how I feel. He’s warm too. Really warm. Really safe.
He was right. He really wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
And I find that I’m smiling now, with my eyes still closed.
The bike starts to slow down after a while, and I’m finally able to lift my head away from Justin’s back and open my eyes. It literally takes my breath away. I feel like we’ve reached the top of the world when I see all the lights shining down below. It’s glittery, glamorous Hollywood, a place that usually gives me nausea and makes me want to hide inside Justin’s house all the time. It’s a different place from up here, peaceful instead of ruthless. There is no gossip leaking out of it and making Justin upset, no executives or pushy radio personalities to aggravate him. Here its just us and the lights and the quiet hills of Hollywood and I quickly realize why Justin knew I’d like it up here so much. I realize too, that this is his place. A place he used to frequent way back before he was a shut in, and I feel so honored that he chose to share it with me...to make me a part of it’s secret.
I seriously doubt there are many other people who have been with him to this place.
We finally stop, and Justin dismounts and helps me do the same. I pull my helmet off and so does he. We smile at each other, Justin managing to get out a light laugh as he throws his arm around me and tosses his helmet someplace in the grass by his bike, and I do the same. He leads me over to a certain point of the hill after that, and we sit down. There’s nothing in front of us besides a small guard rail, and I realize that this is probably the best scenic outlook that Los Angeles has to offer. “How did you find this place?” I ask him after a moment, looking up into face.
“It was kind of random,” he says with a smirk. He wraps his arms around my body and pulls me closer so I can lean against his chest. “I was seventeen, we were staying with a friend of our manager’s because we were in Los Angeles for meetings and I decided to be adventurous one night. I always told myself that one day I would live up here too, and that I’d always come here if I could.”
“Do you ever sit back sometimes and think about how crazy it is that everything worked out for you? I mean...as far as your career goes.”
He just shrugs. “I dunno. I guess...I mean, I always had the confidence and the drive to succeed, Mel. I never doubted myself. I never thought my life would get as crazy or fucked up as it has though. If I did, I might have thought twice about doing all of this.”
I smile. “No you wouldn’t have.”
“Hey...”
“It’s true. You love what you do.”
He sighs. “I used to.”r32;
“You still do,” I say, my expression stern. “And yeah, today sucked, and Trace is an asshole but you still want to tour, and you still want to make more music, I know you do. You’re not going to let anything stand in your way, Justin.”
He pulls back from me a little bit and looks down, his happy go lucky smirk slowly fading into a frown as he smoothes his thumb over my cheek. “You’re mad about the tour.”
I don’t meet his gaze. “Not mad...just...I was just surprised.”
“I didn’t have anything written in stone, but I guess I’ve known all along that I was going to have to do it. Maybe I should have talked to you about it...hell, I don’t know Mel, so much was going on that I didn’t bother. Now I feel like an even bigger idiot.”
“You shouldn’t,” I reassure him, putting my hand on top of the one on my cheek. “It’s your life, up until now it never really included me.”
He leans closer. “But I want to include you in it. In all of it, Mel.”
The fear pulses inside of me and I quickly pull away from him. A voice is screaming at me, saying that I’m not ready and to get far away before Justin can hurt me. I don’t want to listen to it though. No...I can’t because I know I care about him and...I know that he can make me the happiest I’ve been my entire life. “Why me?,” I hear myself say, and I want to bite my tongue.
He laughs. “What kind of question is that?”
I shrug and look down at my lap. “I mean, you’ve been around the world, and done some pretty amazing things, Justin. I don’t know why you would want to settle for someone like me.”
“Someone like you,” he says darkly. “That’s bullshit.”
I snap to attention and look back at him again. He looks angry, and hurt, and I feel stupid now. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “This is all just so sudden, and I just...”
“Why can’t you just accept the fact that you’re it for me?” he snaps. “It’s like...you need some profound explanation as to why I feel a certain way about you. I shouldn't have to explain it, you know? There’s nothing wrong with you. You act like you’re some freak of nature sometimes, but you know...I view myself the same way. We all have our flaws, but you and me...we fit, and you know that. I’m not trying to push you or anything but...I think the time has come to figure out what we are.”
“I know,” I say, softly. “It’s not fair to leave you wondering all the time.”
“Come home with me.” He wraps his arms around me again, and pulls me close, planting a long kiss on my lips. “I want us to be together, and I want you to meet everyone.”
I look away again, feeling myself start to lose my composure a little. The conversation has just escalated tremendously, and I guess I have Trace to thank for setting Justin off today and making him act so fucking bold. I know, I know, I should be happy that he’s speaking his mind and including me but...I wasn’t expecting all this. I figured he’d let me do the talking and tell him how I feel...that I’m ready to try this for real...to be his girlfriend, but he’s jumping the gun. Shouldn’t I expect that though? I mean, Justin has always been one to do that, since the day I met him. Why hold it against him? It’s part of his personality, that’s apparent. I guess it just makes me angry...
Angry because I know he’s going to get his way.
But wait...
He’s focusing on me right now, about his feelings for me and our future together. After the day he’s had, and the shit he went through, I didn’t think he’d be able to focus on anything else other than asshole Trace and the fact that Kerri was at the station. But he’s seemed to put it all to the side to focus on me, and that...that tells me how much Justin has grown. I’m proud of him. So proud of him that I find myself tearing up as I smile at him. The tears glide down my face and I quickly reach up to wipe them away.
“You’re crying,” he frowns. “Mel, I didn’t mean to...”
I don’t let him finish, I just pull him towards me and grabs his lips with mine. I give him a deep open mouthed kiss, pressing myself further and further into him until I’ve caused him to lay back onto the grass. I’m on top of him now, closing my eyes as he pulls me down deeper into him. We kiss furiously, his lips taking turns touching my face and my neck. I can feel his hands running up and down the lower part of my body, grabbing my ass and feeling the skin underneath the bottom of my blouse. I feel explosions going off inside of me, like every ounce of sexual aggression that’s been locked away deep inside is being unleashed now, and it’s the best feeling I’ve felt in a long, long time.
But I know I need to stop before things...things get to where they shouldn’t be.
“Justin...” I push on his chest, causing him to stop feeling me up and kissing my neck for the moment. “We should stop.” I say, sliding off him and onto the patch of grass directly beside him.
“Oh...” He says, gasping for a breath as he sits back up again. “Yeah.”
It’s silent for the longest time, and I really have no idea what just happened. That was so fucking surreal, so unlike me. The girl that was best friends with Cooper all those years ago never would have done anything remotely like that. I was terrified. Hell, I still am terrified but...but fuck, Justin Timberlake does something to me. He fires me up, makes me want to be sexual again, and I have no idea why. We’re supposed to be taking things slow, but what happened just now...was anything but that.
I need to get my head straight.
“I shouldn’t have let you do that,” he says, his voice full of concern. “I mean, you said we had to take things slow and I just...I just lost it you know, because I...Mel, I want you so bad sometimes....”
I look over at him, my eyes wide. His face is beet red now, and I know he normally never would have told me that, but I don’t think he can control his emotions at the moment. I have no idea how to respond to that though. Not that I can say I’m surprised. I mean, I see the way he looks at me, and I know...I know he must think about me in the way that guys usually think about girls they like. I tend not to dwell on all of that though, because it scares me...
Or it used to, anyway.
“I can’t believe I just said that.” He lets out a hearty laugh and leans back against the tree that’s behind us. “What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you,” I sigh, but don’t look at him. “I know how you feel about me.”
“But?” He questions.
“But...I just need more time. I mean, I’m coming around Justin. A few weeks ago I never would have done what I just did with you. That means we’re moving forward a little bit.”
He seems to consider what I’ve said for a moment, before letting out a light laugh. “I guess if you weren’t comfortable with it, I would have gotten a slap in the face.”
“Oh you would have gotten more than that,” I say reassuringly as I slide back against the tree and nudge him playfully in the shoulder. “Good thing luck was on your side.”
“Yeah but you made the first move,” he says, gripping my shoulders and giving them a gentle massage for a few moments. “So I’m really not at fault here.”
I laugh but just roll my eyes instead of making another smart comment back to him. He’s so happy, and I should be happy too. I guess the guilt is starting to set in again, knowing that I spent my afternoon with Cooper, my would have been, while Justin suffered the entire day. I want to tell him. It would make me feel better to tell him. I’m afraid to do it though. We’re having a moment right now, just the two of us, happy for a change instead of stressed out and confused. Why should I ruin it over something like this? I guess I just don’t want him finding out about Cooper some other way, I don’t want us to have secrets.
“You got quiet,” he informs me after awhile when I don’t respond to him. “What’s the matter, Mel?”
I shrug but don’t look at him. “I just...was thinking.”
“About?”
I look back at him, and feel myself crumbling inside when I see the happy gleam in his eyes. “I don’t want to spoil the moment, or anything Justin. I know the day has been shitty enough as it is, but I can’t keep it from you. It’s driving me crazy and I feel like you should know before you find out or something else happens...”
His expression darkens. “What?”
“I just ran into somebody today,” I sigh, not quite meeting his gaze. “And...it’s not a big deal really. It was just really random, and made me think about a lot of things.”
He doesn’t answer, just glances away from me and out at the glittering lights below. He’s pulled his hands away from my body now, and I know he’s already becoming upset with me before I’ve had the chance to explain myself. “Justin, listen to me okay? I ran into an old friend of mine. He...he used to have feelings for me, and I...I couldn’t be with him then, but I know if certain things hadn’t happened to me I would have been. We had lunch, and just talked, that’s all. I wanted to tell you out of respect, since things seem to be escalating a lot between us. I’m probably making a bigger deal of it than I should be.”
“Why couldn’t you be with him?”
Out of everything he could have said, he asks me that? God, of course he would though. He doesn’t want to know about Cooper, about his background, or anything like that. He only cares about me, about how I think and feel about the situation. “I was messed up then,” I murmur.
“So what’d you tell him? I mean, he must have asked you if you were single.”
He’s rolling his eyes and laughing it off like it doesn’t bother him, but I know it does. It’s literally ripping him apart to know that someone who used to have feelings for me, was around me today. I know I’m not a possession, and I don’t feel like Justin is treating me like one. He’s just cares about me a lot, and doesn’t want anyone interfering. That’s understandable too, so I can’t be mad at him for acting this way. “Actually,” I smirk. “I told him I was seeing somebody.”
He looks down at me, the disbelief in his eyes obvious. “You did?”
“I acted stupid this morning,” I say quietly. “You sort of caught me off guard when you said that your people didn’t know we were together. I just...I guess I just hadn’t taken us a hundred percent seriously up until then. When I saw my friend today, it made me realize a lot of things, Justin. It made me think about you and me, and how I felt.”
He reaches out to me again, and I let him pull me back close to him. “And how do you feel?” he whispers in my ear.
“I want us to be together,” I say gently as I smile up at him. “I know I’ve been scared for awhile, and you’ve accepted that. Today...when you just pushed everything else to the side to help me fix the car told me how much you really care about me, Justin. I’ve never had that before.”
He pulls my face close to his after that, and smiles at me gently before he kisses me again. “I’d do anything for you,” he whispers. “There’s nobody else I care about more than you. You know that right?”
“Yeah,” I say lazily, my eyes half closed as I kiss him again. “I like you too, Justin.”
He laughs. “Come home with me, Mel. Please.”
“Oh god,” I sigh into him as I lean my head against my chest. “You’re relentless.”
“I’m in the music business, it’s in my blood.”
I take about two minutes to weigh the pros and cons of the decision I know I need to make. Going home with him would take our relationship to new heights, and I know I’d get to see a side of Justin that I never have before. Sure, meeting his family would be nerve wracking. There will be all sorts of questions thrown at me, and I’m sure there will be a couple of people I won’t like as much as others, but at the same time I think it’s about time that I sucked it up. If I want our relationship to work, if I want to be happy with him, then this is what I’m going to have to do. Staying behind, I know, would wreck all of this. He’d think I wasn’t serious, and I know I’d regret it in the end. I can’t live in fear anymore, and I have to show Justin that he doesn’t have to either. “On one condition,” I smirk.
“Name it.”
“I get to see embarrassing home videos of you when we get there.”
“Oh you’re pushin’ it girl,” he laughs. “The memories I have of my early years are embarrassing enough as it is, and you already saw some shit on VH1 anyway. That counts.”
I cross my arms and shrug. “That’s the deal. Take it or leave it, Timberlake.”
“Well,” he says, rubbing his hand up and down the bare skin of my arm. “Do I get to pick?”
“Nope,” I smile. “That would take all the fun out of it.”
“Shit.”
It’s silent for awhile, and I begin to think that he’s really rethinking this, but when I look up at him and he just laughs and smiles, I know I’ve gotten my way. It’s a first, and I’m surprised, but I guess things are going to start to change like this. I’m the woman in the relationship now, and the woman always gets her way in the end. I should get a crown or something. “Well?”
“You drive a hard bargain,” he sighs, but pulls me closer still. “But it’s a deal.”
Then he’s kissing me again, and this time I’m laughing as he pulls me down to the ground with him. We don’t get hot and heavy this time though. No, this time we just lay in the grass together, arms around one another, gazing into the night sky as if we never had a care in the world.
I like it like this, calm, quiet and finally at peace...with my arms around my best friend.
Who, it turns out, is now my boyfriend.
Story Tags: justinandtrace
