IMAGINES: Celebrity Encounters Starring You (74 page)

Why was he making such a big deal out of this? You’d only texted your ex back once, to tell him to leave you alone and that his run was over. Justin knows you would never cheat on him.

“Okay.” He set your phone back in the center console, but from your laid-back position you could still see his jaw clenching.

Which was a bit annoying to you. You’d had a boyfriend for five months in college since knowing Justin. It was only five months. You knew Justin wasn’t too fond of the relationship, but that didn’t stop you from having it. You and Justin had had a fun, close friendship, but that didn’t stop
him
from dating around. Were you not supposed to live your life while you were away? You’d been dating Justin for a little over two months, and you’d known each other for two years now. He should know what kind of young lady you are.

“I don’t understand why you’re upset—”

“Because your ex is hitting you up. He
misses
you.”

You rolled your eyes as you sat up. Coming into the driveway of the beach house, you couldn’t wait to get out of the car.

“Well,
I
don’t miss
him
.” You began to feel pure attitude coursing in your veins. Once the car parked, you hopped out. “Chill out. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Heading to the front door, you heard Justin’s door close behind you, and you knew the conversation wasn’t going to disappear just because you’d entered a different environment.

“I never liked that dude,” he said.

“You didn’t want me in a relationship, I’m guessing.” Checking behind you, Justin was coming up the pathway, just as annoyed as you were. You unlocked the door, suddenly wishing you were here alone.

“I never said that,” he insisted. “I just didn’t like the dude you were with.”

You turned to him, ready for an argument. “Why? He didn’t do anything to you.”

“He played you. He hurt you, which means he hurt me, because I hate seeing you like that. He single-handedly destroyed
you. You’re damn right I don’t like him.” Justin held your phone up, tight in his grasp. “You should have his number blocked or something. He shouldn’t have any way of getting in contact with you. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’ll get my number changed. It’s not a big deal. You can see I didn’t text him back to start a conversation—I was telling him to leave me alone.” You eyed your phone. “Can I have that back?” you said, more a demand than a request.

Sighing, Justin handed it over.

“Thank you.” You scrolled through your contacts and blocked and deleted your ex’s number. “He’s gone.”

“Why didn’t you do that a long time ago?”

“Because I haven’t heard from him in months. He texted me last night for the first time. I thought he deleted my number.” You shrugged. “I don’t know.” You pulled your lips into your mouth as you watched your boyfriend.

“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you—”

“Then just drop it. Because it doesn’t matter. I’m with you now. I only want to be with you. He’s old news. I don’t care about him.” You went into the kitchen for a water. Opening the refrigerator, you heard Justin go to the sink and wash his hands.

“Babe.”

Without answering, you started to open your water.

“I just hated seeing you like that. It’s not that I’m threatened by him.”

“You shouldn’t be. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I just don’t want any of those hurt feelings resurfacing. From the look you’re giving me, I know you’re still a bit hurt. I’m concerned about you, not him.”

You did love Justin’s protective ways, even when they were sometimes frustrating. “Thanks.”

Feeling Justin come over to you, you lifted your head, meeting
his eyes. Seeing him lick his lips, you closed your eyes anticipating the capture. When it came, you began to relax, feeling the soft, gentle caress of his lips. After a few seconds he pulled away, kissing both of your cheeks, earning a smile from you. It’s so cute when he does that.

He stared you in the eye, making your breath hitch and heart race. “I love you.”

You mentally asked
What?
in over one hundred languages. Breaking the stare with a blink, he looked down, a bit nervous. Every ounce of you wanted to repeat it to him, but you forgot how to talk. Looking back at you, Justin cupped your face with his left hand, his thumb lightly stroking over your hot cheek.

“I’m in love with you and . . .” His eyes switched back and forth between your stunned ones. “I only want what’s best for you.” He came closer to you again. “Okay?” His forehead nearly rested against yours.

You nodded, still trying to find your words. He placed another soft kiss on your silent lips.

Your voice nearly cracked in its whisper: “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say it just because I did. Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

You both had spoken your truths.

WITHOUT SHEDDING YOUR SHOES,
you went into the kitchen, remembering that’s where your first
I love you
s were exchanged. On the marble counter in front of the fridge, you found a paper heart, and a banquet of salmon and red roses.

Desire and romance. He nailed it on that one. Your heart was faltering.

Do you see where I’m going with this? Your twelfth clue: Flowers bloom when you water them. ;) Where did I first water yours?

“YOU BROUGHT ME OUT HERE
to flirt with other females?
”

You unlocked the door to the house you and Justin had gone to, to get away from everyone and everything for the weekend. You loved the mini-getaways the two of you would spontaneously go on. You love that about your boyfriend. What you didn’t love is when you went to the bathroom at a restaurant only to come back and find waitresses throwing themselves at him.

What you hated even more was the smile on his face when she slid him her number.

“I wasn’t flirting,” Justin insisted.

“Well, you sure seemed delighted to get her number. I was gone for five minutes. Damn, are you looking for opportunities like these chicks? You’re not responsible for who you attract, Justin, but you
are
responsible for who you entertain. Get it together.”

“No. Chill out. It wasn’t even like that. Relax.”

You rolled your eyes. “Then, what was it, Justin?”

He walked past you into the house. “Nothing! Who would have known you were the jealous type?”

You were taken aback by the obvious claim. Yes, it’s kind of obvious, but you weren’t expecting him to say it out loud. He’s the same way—you’ll admit you’re offended, because it’s true.

Sighing as you slid out of your shoes, you set them to the side of the front door. Justin left you in your own company to follow his annoyance up the stairs. You followed yours into the kitchen. You know what a girl needs at a time like this: chocolate and ice cream. Thank God you had a mixture of both: chocolate ice cream.

Maybe you did overreact. You don’t know! Would you want anyone flirting with your boyfriend? You left to go to the bathroom, then came back and they’re all hee-hee-ing and ha-ha-ing.
Something went through you. You didn’t even bother to ask what they were talking about.

The waitress had looked over her shoulder and seen you coming back to the table. She took those ten seconds to jot down her number and slide it to your man. How these chicks test you! Your boyfriend looked at the number, but once he spotted you, he knocked the sheet to the floor.

Oh, you didn’t overreact. Everyone was lucky you didn’t fly across the table at him.

Wanting to get comfortable, but being stubborn, you spread out on the couch, flicking through the channels. You must have watched three hours of reality TV. You were into it, until you heard, “Baby,” from upstairs.

You snuggled into the couch, not planning to move. In a second you heard him coming down the steps. You were going to pretend to be asleep, but you knew he would pick you up and take you to bed; so you resumed with television.

“Babe . . .”

“What?” Your eyes darted over to him. He came behind the couch. You wanted to ignore him, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. Putting his hand on your waist, he wanted your attention.

“Come upstairs.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“I’m watching TV.” You folded your hands and snuck them under your head as you lay sideways, your back to him.

“There’s a TV upstairs.”

“You’re upstairs too, that’s why I’m down here.”

“I’m right beside you.” He continued to state the obvious. This man can completely drive you insane if you allow it.

“Go back upstairs.”

“I know that didn’t make you this upset. It’s not that serious. This isn’t the first time a girl flirted with me.”

“You were going back and forth with her.”

“I was being friendly.”

“Hmmm,” you hummed dismissively.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know just talking to a girl would offend you.”

Oh, that just made you sound petty. In retaliation, you flipped over to face him. “Okay, whatever.” You sat up, having a pillow fall behind you. Justin is a natural flirt, so maybe he didn’t see the harm in his alluring actions. “What did she say to you?” You pulled your legs closer to you, creating a ball of yourself.

“Um . . . well . . .” He peered down, hesitating and contemplating his answer.

“Yes?”

“She was flirting,” he quickly admitted.

“And you were . . . ?”

“Listening?” he guessed, seeking the correct justification. He rolled his eyes at your narrowed ones. “Come upstairs and stop acting like this.” He leaned over the couch, balancing his weight over the pillows. “You know I’m yours.” His voice was low and raspy. “You’re mine. Girls are always going to flirt with me. It’s something you have to get used to. I won’t flirt back, but I’m not going to be rude. I didn’t know this bothered you so much—you know no one can replace you. They don’t compare to you. You know I love you, right?”

Why does he have this effect on you? You can’t stay mad at him for anything.

You pinched his cheek, receiving the cutest mug from him. Bowing your head in your lap, you were dying of feels. He was too cute to resist. You had to stretch up and kiss him.

“I love you too. I was being childish and jealous.”

“You were.”

You gasped.

“But that’s another argument for another day.” He smirked. “Besides, it’s sexy to see you get all jealous.”

“Go back upstairs,” you ordered with a pointed finger.

Justin climbed over the couch to sit beside you. Grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him.

You pressed your hand against his chest, trying to form some distance. “Go upstairs. You’re annoying.”

He couldn’t take you seriously, and you knew you couldn’t be taken seriously. Small chuckles were leaving your mouth; Justin fed on your easy vibes. As he ran his fingers up your shirt and tickled you, you flattened against the couch with unrestrained laughter.

“Justin!”
you managed to shriek.

He hovered over you. “Huh?”

“Go away.” You pulled your shirt down from the tickle attack.

Lowering his body onto yours, he pecked your lips. “Come with me.” He kissed you again before you could properly respond.

Your lips did the talking for you. They didn’t have to speak. They just had to perform, welcoming him on top of you. Your fingers glided behind the back of his head and smoothed over his hair. As the kiss escalated, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Securing you around him, he stood up.

“You’re coming with me,” he began, but you were too impatient to wait. Your lips locked on his again, blocking out his senses as you came around the couch. Feeling your back press into the wall, you halted a moment, needing to breathe. You gasped and tightened your hold around him. His craving lips went to your neck, where he intended on leaving claims. Throwing your head back, you were melting under his roughening touch. You loved it and were becoming hazed by lust.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you groaned breathlessly, wiggling against him.

He released you. You held his face in your hand, kissing him one last time before you pushed away from him and ran upstairs. “I want you. Hurry up,” you provoked as you skipped steps, rushing to your bedroom. Hearing him behind you only increased the fervor.

When you both hit your bedroom, you took Justin by the hem of his shirt and directed him to the bed. Kissing your forehead, your nose, then your cheek, he displayed his innate sweetness before you took the next step in your relationship.

After the back of your legs hit the bed, you looked into his beautiful eyes. A part of you grew wary knowing what was about to happen, but at the same time you wanted this. When he pulled his shirt up his toned body, it was quite clear how much you wanted this.

“We don’t have to.” He lifted your chin with the most tender stroke. “We can—”

“I want to. I want you.” You lay down on the bed.

YOU CALLED OUT JUST IN’S
name, but got nothing in return.

“Figures,” you said with a pout.

Setting your purse down, you spotted your thirteenth heart:
You’re so close, babe. You’re just not there yet. Follow the rose petals.

You obey and follow the romantic path all the way up the steps. You’ve been on this scavenger hunt for almost three hours. A woman can be only so patient. Going into the room where those beautiful memories were made, you find on the bed a red gown with a plunging neckline. Around the beautiful garment lay diamonds in earrings, necklaces, bracelets, and two watches. This man really gave you choices. At the end of the white bed were two tan shoe boxes.

Wow, he didn’t have to do all of this,
you think. He knows materials
things mean nothing to you. His time is the most valuable and cherished part of your bond.

You were a bit dumbfounded to not see a heart anywhere. Lifting the gown and looking under it, you didn’t find anything. So, he’s going to make you hunt for this one. Your hands stuck to your hips as you spun around looking. Checking behind pictures and opening drawers, you became frustrated.