“Not yet,” I said with a devilish smile.
He smiled back and gently grabbed a hold of my hand. I looked over at him and wonder if this was for real, if I should be doing this. I let all of my thoughts fade away as this feeling of yearning and wanting took over. I felt desire and hunger wash over me, a need to have him closer to me, to feel him pressed close to me in the most passionate way.
I pushed him against the wall of an old abandon house and attacked his lips with soft kisses. I ran my hands down the sides of his body, feeling the things that I’ve missed for so long. “Jen,” he said after we’ve calmed a bit, “what just happened?”
“I don’t know. You didn’t want to, did you?” I asked as I moved away from him.
“Wait,” he said and turned me to face him, “I very much did so and still do.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, why don’t we go get a motel or something,” he suggested while kissing me on the neck.
“Okay,” I said.
“Is there one near here?”
“There should be. I think it’s a street or two away.”
“Good,” Chris said as he put an arm around me. We walked two blocks south until we reached the motel. He walked in and got us a room while I waited outside. A few minutes later he returned with the key in hand and a huge smirk on his face.
“What?” I questioned; wanting to know what he was smirking about. He just ignored me and pulled me inside and led me to the room. Almost immediately as I closed the door, Chris pounced on me, covering my mouth with his. It seemed almost surreal to me. I never imaged myself being in Chris’s arms ever again, yet I’ve always felt this craving for him, but I just always ignored it, hoping it would go away.
“Jen, what’s wrong?” Chris asked, wondering why I stopped.
“Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You and I.”
“Really?” he said with a grin and dragged me over to the bed. He sat down and pulled me into his lap.
“Yeah,” I said softly as he kissed my neck, giving me chills.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered as he brushed his lips lightly against mine.
“Yes,” I said, loving the way he was making this whole ordeal seem so sensual and caring, not something like a cheap porn film.
He laid me gently down on the bed and took off his shirt. He touched my belly, caressing it so softly. He then tugged the hem of my shirt up a little bit and kissed my exposed skin. He tugged it up some more and did the same until my shirt was completely off.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he gently stroked my stomach. He bent down and kissed my stomach, then made his way back up to my lips.
I pushed him over and got on top of him. “Kinky,” he said jokingly.
I kissed him roughly on the lips and moved down to his chest. I kissed every part and moved my way down to his jeans. I unzipped and buttoned them, and then I pulled them down while I was looking at Chris, watching him watch me.
After his jeans came off, I stood up and took mine off. He silently watched me from the bed. I just stood there for a few minutes, allowing him to look over my body. He sat up and pulled me to him. He kissed my belly again, then pulled me into his lap. There he attacked my lips again as I rubbed the sides of his arms.
A new sensation came over me. I felt it wasn’t like we were here to have sex, its like as if we were here just to cuddle and enjoy ourselves. If we were here to have sex, we’d have done it a while ago and I think we’ve both just enjoying the feeling of kissing and touching.
Chris laid back, taking me with him. I giggled as I rolled off of him and got under the sheets. He soon followed and wrapped his arms securely around me. Soon we both drifted off to dreamland.
A few hours later, my eyes opened and I forgot where I was. I then remembered. I smiled and rubbed Chris’s arms. I looked over at the clock and sat up immediately. “What?” Chris asked, startled by my sudden movements.
“I have to get home.”
“No you don’t,” Chris said with a smile and tried to get me to lie back down with him.
“Yes I do,” I said as I pulled my shirt over my head. I got out of bed and put on my jeans. I turned to face Chris and saw that he was watching me with a content look on his face. “Bye Chris,” I said and kissed him softly on the lips. I put on my shoes and grabbed my coat.
As I opened the door, I heard Chris say bye ever so quietly. It seemed as if he didn’t want me to hear. He mumbled something else too, but I choose to ignore it.
I walked down the hall to the lobby, and went straight to the pay phones. I called a cab to pick me up and take me to Joey’s house so I could get my car. Fifteen minutes later, the cab showed up and took me to Joey’s house. As I got out of the cab, I noticed someone sitting on my car. As I walked closer, I realized who it was.
“I don’t know what you’re doing Jennifer,” Austin began, “but I can tell you right now, I don’t like it. I don’t appreciate someone telling me that my girlfriend left the party with some guy when I tried to find her at three in the morning.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Let’s just forget about it, I forgive you.” He put his arm around me and led me to the car. He got into the driver’s seat and I got into the passengers.
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“I love you,” Chris said softly as the door shut. He rolled over in bed and looked at the ceiling. He felt so comfortable holding Jen. He never held Dani liked that and never did that to anyone. He silently got out of bed and went into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and got in. He had to be back in Chicago tomorrow. He regrettably had to go back on tour. He really liked having this time off and wished they had had more.
After his shower, he got dressed and scheduled a flight to Chicago later tonight. He knew he couldn’t stay here because he’d miss Jen too much. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell her he was leaving, but he figured that it would be better for him just to walk away.
He grabbed all of his things and called a cab. He went to the lobby and returned the room key. He sat outside and waited for the cab. It showed up soon after and he told the driver the directions to his cousin Chrissy’s house.
When the cab pulled up to Chrissy’s house, he paid the man and got out. He walked into the house and collected his things and got the ready for the airport.
The minutes seemed to pass like hours and soon it was time for Chris to head for the airport. He thanked his cousin and her fiancé as they dropped him off at the airport.
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It’s been almost week since I last seen Chris. I’ve been afraid to call him to find out what would happen next. It seem almost as if when we’re together, expect the unexpected. I don’t usually like to be wild, but with him it’s different. He makes me have this indescribable feeling the whole time I’m with him.
“Jen,” my mother said, “are you paying attention to me? Your wedding’s tomorrow and your not even paying attention.”
“I’m sorry, I'm just nervous,” I lied. I know what my problem is; it’s the small little fact that I don’t even want to marry him.
“Its called cold feet. You’ll get over it by tomorrow,” she said with a pleasant, reassuring smile on her face.
‘I doubt it,’ I thought to myself. My mother then told me again what she way saying before. I wasn’t even paying attention to her, but I pretended like I was interested and agree with her.
After my mom left, I walked upstairs and looked at my dress. It was gorgeous. It was an old fashioned dress, but beautiful. The vail was simple yet elegant. It was a diamond tiara with a vail that had small gems all over it that matched my dress.
I finished packing my suitcase for our honeymoon and sat down on my bed and cried. I don’t know what I want any more. I love Austin, but I have these feelings for Chris that I’ve never experienced before. I guess in a way, I wish Chris were here with me. When I’m with him, there’s never a dull moment, there’s always something that happens.
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“What city are we going to next?” Chris asked after everyone got on the tour bus.
“God Chris, do you need a hearing aide?” Justin asked, obviously annoyed with Chris.
“No. Why? I can hear you fine.”
“We’ve told you ten million times already, we’re going to Detroit,” Lance said, getting in on the conversation.
“Why? We don’t have a concert there until Tuesday,” Chris said.
Everyone in the room groaned and ignored Chris. “What? Chris asked, “answer me.”
“We’re not going to answer you because we’ve already told you,” JC said, “Man, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been out of it all week.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“Is it because of Dani?” JC asked softly.
“I don’t think it is. I don’t really feel affected by her, why?”
“You just seem like you miss someone very badly.”
“I do,” Chris mumbled.
“Who?” JC asked curiously.
“You don’t know her,” Chris said hoping to drop the subject.
“Oh,” JC said, allowing the conversation to be dropped.
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