the story of jariana ✓

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Justin's POV:

   Ariana and I were lying in bed, like we used to, and we were just staring at the ceiling.

 "Why do you love me so much?" Her question caught me by surprise, I thought she already knew the reason why.

 "Well, you are perfect. You listen to me, even if it's the most random things. You are beyond beautiful, you're smart, you're caring, friendly, I could go on and on. But, over all, I can't live without you."

 She blushed and hid her head in the crook of my neck.

 "Thank you Justin, but I am definitely not perfect. I am anything but perfect."

 "You are so cute when you are insecure because you don't see how wonderfully perfect you are."

 "That doesn't even make sense." She giggled.

 "I know but who cares."

 I hovered over her and leaned down to kiss her. It started to get intense and I began to pull at the hem of her tank top. She pulled away and said, "I am not ready yet. I am sorry Justin."

"No, no. Its okay, I shouldn't have brought that all on you when you just came back from the hospital. I can wait again."

 "Yeah, I am still in a bit of pain and I don't want to be in even more pain once we are done."

 "Stop. Your making Jerry excited! He hasn't felt you in a while." We laughed.