Texas Girl (Pt 18)

PHEW! Getting steamy in this chapter ;) x

Last time I saw Justin's room, it was a clutter of cardboard boxes and empty drawers. The only things he could actually use were the desk and the bed.
Now, his room was like a proper 18-year-old boy's. His messy, un-made bed up against the wall, right by the large window looking out onto the road, desk and drawer nearby, and his 55 inch flat screen TV mounted on the wall, complete with limited edition Xbox 360, Playstation 3 - Oh! and don't forget the Apple Mac on his desk.
He might not act it, (well, ok he does act it a bit) but he is seriously rich.
"I think a tornado flew around my room before you came. Excuse the mess it made" Justin smiled sarcastically as he shut the door behind us. I giggled as I looked around at the clutter-filled desk and clothes hanging out of the drawers. I bit back a laugh when I noticed his boxers hanging out the top drawer. Justin blushed bright red, and slammed the drawer shut. Haha. "It's uh... usually tidier than this" he smiled feebly, taking my case from me and setting it down by the wardrobe. "Yeah. Sure. And Obama visits me on weekends" I replied sarcastically. "Ok, it's a dump" he chuckled.
There was an awkward moment of silence between us, before he took hold of my body by the hip, and tugged me into him gently. My hands grasped onto his shoulders, my head on his chest. I took in a breath.
"Are you smelling me?" Justin chuckled as he kissed the top of my head.
"No.... I'm just.... Breathing". Wow that's a lot of denial in one sentence.
"Breathing. Sure"
"What? I was!"
"Whatever. You were smelling me. I know it".
"So? You smell nice". Giggle giggle.
"Ok, what do I smell like?".
"Aftershave".
"Hah, no duh. I'm a guy".
"I god damn hope so".
We laugh at this, until he realises I called him a girl. "Hey! I am one hundred percent dude. All the way". I can't stop giggling. I sound like a pre-schooler. Honestly, it's embarrassing. Stop laughing.
Ok, laughing problems solved. Now it's silent, and awkward. We pulled back a bit, and he leaned in to my lips.
"JuJu! JuJu! Hide and seek!!!". India. Sigh. We stepped away from each other as India came barrelling into the room, squealing and laughing. She jumped into Justin's arms, putting her hands on his cheeks and beaming at him. "You wanna play hide and seek?" he asked, like it wasn't obvious. She nodded. Awww. They look so cute. :). "Well then.... You're it!" he exclaimed placing her down as she giggled and squealed, throwing her arms around in the air. "Come on Drew!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, rocketing down the hall. Whoa. Too fast. What's going on again? Oh yeah, hide and seek, ok, I got it. We ran into his Mom's room, and he went to lay down beside the bed. Really? "Oh come on Justin. She's four. That's the first place she'll look. She ain't stupid. She's good at this game ya know" I crossed my arms over my chest, and raised my eyebrows at him. He chewed on his lower lip for a second. "Ok then, in here" he babbled, before springing up and opening the wardrobe behind us. He parted a load of clothes and slipped inside.
Hmm. Think about this. You. And Justin. In a closet. Seems a bit iffy.
Before I could do anything else, he pulled me in with him.
It was dark - no duh. The only light came in through the gap in the doors. I couldn't see Justin, but I could hear him breathing. One minute the noise was in front of me, next it was behind me. "Justin. Stop it" I giggled, kind of embarrassed at the rate my heart was beating. He still didn't say anything. I felt his fingers trail swirly lines up my forearms, and I spun around to find nothing. "Justin! Cut it out!" I whisper-shouted. Seriously? Is he five? No. He's eighteen. And really flirty. Not that I'm complaining.
"Looking for me?". I screamed when I felt Justin's arms wrap around my waist, head on my shoulder. "Shut up Drew! The object of this game is to NOT be found" he chuckled quietly in my ear. "Sorry..." was all I managed to choke out. Having him this close was...... Nerve wracking. He could tell too. "Do I make you nervous Drew?".
"No". Denial is becoming a hot topic with me isn't it? "No" he mocked me, holding onto me tightly. Wow. Breathe Drew. Stay cool.
That plan shattered into a million tiny pieces when I felt his lips latch onto the tender, tanned skin of my neck. My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my head. My head pumped so hard I could feel it throbbing. My blood went icy cold in shock from his touch.
And then, it was over.
With a wide ray of light and a soft, girlish squeak, it had finished. His lips removed themselves from my body, arms copying the action as he stepped back. India had found us. Damn. "Found you!" she twirled repetitively in circles, until she was so dizzy she plonked down on the ground, her soft brown hair messy and wild from so much movement. We stepped reluctantly out of the closet, and I had to smile at my Daughter's joy-filled eyes. She only got that look when she was totally hyper. "India, why don't you be it again! You're so good at it babe!" I smiled down at her pretty, angelic face. "Aww but I can't do it myself Drew!".
Justin pitched in on my idea. "Go find Pattie! She'll help for sure" he smiled, volunteering his Mom. She didn't say anything else, she just went speeding down the stairs, calling out Pattie's name as her little yellow sundress billowed out behind her, flip-flops slapping down on the wooden stairs.
"Quick!" Justin exclaimed, dragging me out of the room and down the hall. It took me a while to figure out what he was doing (But in all fairness my house is one level, so attics are pretty much anonymous to me), but when a rickety wooden stairs came down from the ceiling, I understood.
"The attic? She'll never find us up there". Like I said, she's four, the wardrobe was probably a challenge. "Yeah but my Mom is helping, she'll find us". Ooh. Fair point there Mr. Superstar.
We tip-toed up the stairs, and Justin pulled them up behind us, leaving no evidence.
It was as wide and long as the entire house, with six sky-lights, three on each side. It was pretty full already. Christmas decorations, moving boxes, kitchen supplies, anything they didn't use was there. Golden sunlight filtered through the sky-lights, showing the filmy dust particles floating through the air.
I looked around me, and realised Justin had disappeared again. "Oh come on, don't do this again" I bit back a smile, walking through the attic and searching for him. "But you liked it so much last time baby girl". His voice came from behind me. I started to walk in that direction. I caught a glimpse of his shirt, along with the soft click of his Supras on the wooden floor. I followed it through a forest of boxes and crates, stacked high so you couldn't see around you. "Try a little harder than that Texas" was the next thing Justin chuckled. "Justin stop. You're scaring me" I giggled and whined at the same time, serious yet embarrassed. I came out into an open area, one that hadn't been filled yet. "I'm sorry Drew. I don't want to scare you pretty baby". Yet still, here was, scaring the life out of me. "You just seem really serial-killer like right now" I still searched around me with my eyes, not wanting to move in case he was following me. He laughed "I'm not gonna kill you. But I am going to do something....".
Oh god. "What's that? You're not gonna rape me are you?". I've been there before. Not good.
"No. I'd never hurt you like that. But, I am going to kiss you". Suddenly, he was in front of me, his lips laid upon mine. I smiled through the kiss, letting him take me in his arms. I opened my eyes briefly. "Don't open your eyes" Justin mumbled through the kiss. "I just wanted to make sure it was you". Wow that sounded stupid. "Who'd you think it was? The mice living in the attic?" he chuckled. I immediately pulled back. "There's mice in your attic?". Horses, dogs, cats, anything like that, I could do. Mice, spiders and snakes? No way. "Joking!" Justin briefly held his hands up in innocence, before returning them to my hips. "Oh. Then kiss me again" I blushed.
The sound of the stairs being pulled down and approaching footsteps made us duck behind a row of boxes, me on top of Justin. Awkward or what? He gave me that playful smirk, and I returned it with a warning look. He ignored it and traced lines up the backs of my tight short-clad thighs. I had to hold in all the deep, nervous breaths and replace them with calm, collected ones.
"Are they up here India? Go and have a look for them!" Pattie's voice came from a distance, and the familiar sound of India's flip-flops went slapping by. "Drew-Drew! Where are you?" she sung softly, parading by the row of boxes. We held our breath as she walked by, and sucked in well-needed air when she was gone.
He pulled my lips down on his in a sneak attack, making me hold back a giggle.
It was a serious, yet passionate kiss, and he surprised me when he ran his tongue along my lower lip. Whoa. That's new. Should I? It couldn't hurt. Just for a bit..... I won't feel guilty later. Oh who cares? I parted my lips slowly, granting him entrance. He explored my mouth with his tongue sexily and seductively as my fingers trailed lines along the nape of his neck.
We pulled back smiling, and just as Justin was about to speak, someone else did.
"Found you".
Oh shit.

Who do you think found them? India? Pattie? Someone else? A stranger? Ok. That's weird. Stranger in the attic. Not good :/ wish I hadn't thought of that 0.o creepy.