Obsessive Passion

Chapter five

Sunday.

She went up to the bank and wiped the water off her face.

- You are crazy?

- Of course I'm crazy. Right now I'm dying to kiss you ...

- Do not try.

Justin dived, and when he reached the bottom he pulled her foot to the bottom with him.

When she managed to return to the shore, she had barely recovered her breath. Justin held her by the waist and on the back of the neck so she wouldn't escape, and kissed her.

His lips parted hers, and his insistent tongue sought hers, so she ended up kissing him back. Getting carried away by the wonderful taste of his kiss ... Until the two of them completely lost their breath.

- You have to ... stop it. - She said almost whispering near his lips.

- Because?

- Why did you say you just want my friendship.

- Of course we're just friends.

- Friends don't kiss.

- If you want, we can be more than that.

- More than that? You just broke up!

She went up the stairs and out of the pool. Justin followed.

- Wait. - he stopped by the pool. - It's just that I couldn't control myself.

- That's not why I'm mad.

- So what is it?

- You think I'm some girl who wants to be with you ...

- I do not think so. I know you're different. I already trust you.

- Thanks. But I cannot say the same.

- Okay ... - He took a white towel and ruffled his hair. - I wait.

He had his transparent shirt stuck to his skin, you could see the tattoos through the fabric. He was undoubtedly irresistible.

He caught her looking, smiled, and gave her a towel.

- Comes. Come on in my room and I'll lend you a shirt.

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She followed Justin to his room.

- You can go to the bathroom, I'll look for a shirt for you to wear. - Justin pointed to the bathroom door, and entered the closet.

She went into the bathroom, took off her wet blouse, then her shorts and b*a. She was wrapping herself in the towel when Justin came in without knocking on the door and the towel fell to the floor.

- What a fright! -she picked up the towel on the floor and curled up. - You should have knocked.

- How lucky I am that I didn't hit. - He laughed, and handed her a basketball player shirt, which looked like a dress to her.

- Thanks for being sincere. But don't do this anymore, please.

- I am sincere. - Justin came out of the bathroom laughing, and she put on her shirt.

*

Justin took her to the apartment, and the two were talking for a while, sitting on the couch.

- It's time for dinner. Want to stay and keep me company Justin?

- Yes I want. But ... do you really want me to stay, or are you just being polite?

She laughed.

- I'm just going to take a shower, and then we can go to the hotel's restaurant.

- OK.

Justin sat on the couch, waiting for her to get ready.

*

- Did I delay?

- Yes, but it was very worth the wait. You are very cute.

She was wearing a black dress, with a beige coat, and an all star converse.

- Thanks. You look great too.

Justin looked at himself, he was wearing blue pants, a big shirt covering his pants, and white sneakers.

- I didn't know we were going out to dinner. And I didn't even get dressed.

- Rest assured, Justin won't have many photographers around here.

- Hope not. - He laughed.

The two headed for the elevator. She and Justin had dinner at the hotel's restaurant, and some Justin fans saw him and asked to take pictures. And after they finished dinner, Justin took her to the apartment.

- Thanks for having dinner with me Justin.

She smiled, and so did Justin. But he took the opportunity and approached her, held her arms, and kissed her on the lips.

This time more calmly. She was also returning the kiss. Justin laid her body on the couch, and stood over her, kissing her neck and mouth slowly.

She could feel Justin's warm body, and the arm muscles under his shirt, as she squeezed it. His scent seemed to attract her the most.

He took her legs, and when he was going to go up her dress more, she let go of his arms, and stood up arranging her hair and dress.

- Sorry. But I think it's too early for that.

Justin took a deep breath.

- All right. I'm leaving now.

- Good night. - She managed to say through the fast breathing.

Justin opened the door, and left. She fell on the couch, and took a deep breath.

She did not want to suffer. But it was too late. She was already liking Justin.

*

Monday.

Justin had sent many messages on her cell phone, and recorded many messages. But she didn't have the courage to answer any:

- Le, if you're mad at me. Please forgive me. I can't stay away from you anymore.

'' If you want, I don't look for you anymore. Just tell me you don't like me at all. ''

'' Answer my messages, please. This is driving me crazy. ''

Then she decided to answer:

- Sorry Justin. I am not mad with you. I just need to be a little alone.

After that, he didn't send any more messages, and neither called on her cell phone all day.

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