48. Comfortable

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I smiled and hugged Justin. He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me tight. 

"Don't let me go." I snuggled my head into this crook of his neck. 

"I won't..." He whispered. I felt so safe when I'm in his arms. Nothing can touch me.


It's scary to think that Justin gives me so much strength, but he is also my kryptonite. I felt a tear slide down my back. I really hit a nerve with him. I realized that I let one of my deepest, darkest secrets out.

Tears streamed down my face. I opened up to the one person I truly trusted. He didn't judge me. He was just there to listen to me, to comfort me. My fingers ran through the back of Justin's hair. He kissed my shoulder and rubbed my back.

I pulled away and kissed his cheek. He turned his head and concealed my lips with his. He pulled away and examined my face. 

"You're so strong and beautiful. You don't even know it." 

"I'm learning..." I wiped away my tears and his.

"You make me strong, Justin. Crying makes me tired." I tried to lighten the mood. 

"Do you want me to stay. I haven't slept with you in a while. I miss you." He rubbed my upper thigh.

"I guess you can stay." 

"Can I sleep with my shirt off? Or does that make you uncomfortable?" He questioned. 

"Justin, you don't have to tip toe around me. It's fine." I grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it over his head.

"I want you to sleep in your bra." 

"Why?!" 

"I don't want you to feel insecure about your scar. Your scar is apart of you and you shouldn't feel insecure when you're around me or anyone else. You're beautiful and I accept you. You're apart of me and it hurts to see you like that." He pulled me closer to him.

"How can I say no after a speech like that." 

"Take it off." I ordered and moved my arms. 

"You sure?" 

"You're teaching me to be fearless, so yeah." Justin's hands went for the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My first instinct was to throw my hand over it. I looked up at him. 

"You're beautiful." He kissed me. 

"Thank you, boss." I chuckled. He leaned down and placed his lips on the scar. 

"I love when you do that." I admitted. He smiled and kissed it again. Then, he nibbled it. I fell back on the bed, because his vigorous movements tickled so much. He laughed and ran his fingers up and down my sides. "Justin stop!" I laughed.

He smirked and laid in between my legs. My hands traveled down his chest. I watched them trail over his abs. My eyes met his. 

"You're perfect and mine. That's unbelievable." I whispered.


"Same here, baby." He lowered his body on top of mine. He kissed my neck and lightly tugged on the skin. I moved my head over to give him more room. My hands traveled to his shoulders.

His nose brushed over my cheek. I turned my head back and our lips connected. I cupped his face. I didn't want to leave his touch. His hands gently traveled up and down my side.

He pulled away and rolled over on the bed. I sat up and crawled over to him. I wasn't done. I kissed his neck. He wrapped his arm around my waist. I wanted to leave my mark on him, so I softly sucked on his neck.

He lowly moaned, I felt butterflies in my stomach. 

"You better stop." He said. I chuckled into his neck. I turned and pulled the blanket over us. "I'm done. I'm done." I took my hair out its bun and laid my head on his chest. 




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