I will love you till the end of time, I would wait a million years, Promise you'll remember that you're mine? --- Justin's POV
Everything somehow felt whole again. Just being around her again made me feel instantly happier. My Mom said that Selena always had a positive effect on me, mainly because I always wanted to be better for her. Despite all my screw ups.
I felt Selena stir in her sleep beside me, I looked at her angelic face which was so peaceful.
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We had been up until the early hours of the morning just catching up with each other, there were so many things building up that I just wanted to tell her about. I was excited to tell her about. There had been so many times recently when she was the one I had wanted to share all the exciting moments in my life with. And I wouldn't have wanted to have spent my Grammy win any other way. Just being with her again made everything worth while.
Selena's eyes fluttered open and a lazy smile formed on her lips. "Morning." She yawned. "Morning beautiful." I replied with a smile. She sat up and stretched, trying to hide her blush. "What time is it?" She asked. "11am." I replied. "Shit." She scrambled to her feet, tossing my shirt over her head carelessly exposing her flawless body. I tried to avert my eyes but I couldn't help but stare at her black lingerie. "Take a picture, lasts longer." She muttered, rolling her eyes at me. I loved how comfortable she had always been with her body around me, it gave me the confidence that I was doing something right. "Gladly." I winked, pulling out my phone and pretending to take a photo. Her reaction was priceless, her eyebrows pulled together and she pouted at me. I couldn't help but snigger.
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"I'll just drive you home." I said, grabbing my car keys off the side. She pulled up her dress from last night and turned her back to me. "Please zip it." She said. I walked over to her, zipping her dress up with ease. She turned to me, I could see the fear in her eyes. "You can't take me home." She said, even though it was more of a statement. "Why?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "What are you thinking about?" I asked, looking into her fearful eyes. "The paparazzi will follow us, they'll know we're talking again." She sigh, rubbing her forehead. "Is that even a bad thing?" I asked, holding her waist. She sniffled lightly, I could tell she was trying not to cry. "I, I just don't think I'm ready for that Justin." "Look, I'll get one of my drivers to take you home, okay? Don't worry. If you want this to stay between us, it stays between us. I promise." "Thank you." She said with a small grateful smile.
