Months later, Justin and I were spending time together. We had been taking things slow because I was still scared. Letting him in was terrifying.
We were cleaning up my garden when I nearly fell over. He grabbed onto my hips, keeping me from falling.
I couldn't help but notice his hands. The feeling of them on my body set me on fire. Nothing had happened between us. He was respecting my space. Today, particularly, I was really struggling.
Looking over my shoulder at him, i couldn't help but look at his lips and then his eyes. In them, a war was brewing. His hands tightened on my hips. My body instantly leaned back into his.
Taking one hand from my hips, he gently turned my head so I was facing away from him. I could feel his lips so close to my neck. His hot breath touched my skin
