"I'm so going to hell for this,"

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“What’s going on with you?” He whispered, “Hm?”

“N-Nothing,” I shook my head, clearing my throat, “I just wasn’t paying enough attention and the water was boiling more than it was supposed to. I grabbed the kettle and burned my fingers,” Revealing the red skin of my hand, Justin scanned each of my fingers, taking them into his palm as he sprawled them on top of his own. Licking his lips, Justin leaned down, pressing several open mouthed kisses to the slight burns, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Better?” He whispered huskily, moving even closer so that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body.

Numbly nodding my head, I watched as Justin stood to his full length, towering over me as his hands grasped my face.

“Justin—” Gasping, I was silenced by his lips pressing against mine. Laying my hands against his lower stomach, I reached up with my tippy toes to give him some relief from bending down.

Holding my hips, Justin trailed his lips across my jaw and down my neck before moving up towards my ear, “Don’t lie to me,” As I opened my mouth to react, Justin silenced me with another kiss, “There’s something else going on with you and I want it to stop right here. Okay?”

“Justin…”

“I’m out of the god damn hospital, I’m alive, I’m breathing, and I’m walking—”

“Barely,” I muttered under my breath which didn’t go unnoticed.

Growling in slight annoyance, Justin grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, “Don’t. Stop with those fucking remarks. I didn’t come home for you to continue moping around. I was shot and there’s nothing I can do about it but I’m here with you now and that’s all that should matter, okay?”

“It’s not that though. I don’t know what exactly is wrong with me.” Shrugging, I exhaled, “I guess… it all feels too good to be true, you know? Just a few weeks ago I thought you were a goner and now you’re standing here in front of me…”

“And I’m never leaving, okay? It’s going to take more than a bullet to the chest to kill me.” Smoothing my hair back, Justin pressed a warm kiss to my forehead, “Come on,” Pulling away, he gestured towards the kettle, “I want my hot chocolate.”

Giggling, the horrendous butterflies that attacked my stomach evaporated into a tingly feeling making my heart flutter. “Okay.”

“This time, however, I think you should take a paper towel or something in order to grab it. Don’t want you burning yourself again.” Smirking, Justin leaned back against the counter, watching as I shot him a glare but did as he said.

Taking the kettle, I poured the streaming water into two separate mugs filled with the hot chocolate powder. Mixing them with a spoon, I handed one to Justin, holding the other while taking a whiff of the chocolaty scent that made my mouth water.

“What do you think?” I asked while taking a sip, immediately moaning from the delicious taste.

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