Selfish
Chapter 7

The next morning (10:51 a.m.)

"Mmm." Kiara moaned softly, slowly stirring in bed. She fluttered her eyes open, and gazed around the room. "Huh?" she sat up, trying to figure out where she was. Just then, she had remembered what happened last night. She could only guess that she accidentally fell asleep there. "Shit." she stepped out of bed, and grabbed her underwear, quickly slipping them on. "Justin?" she called, grabbing her top and putting that also on. "Damn. How could I have...slept here?" she finished dressing back up, then exited the room. She could hear a few voices downstairs as she slowly crept down the stairs. She stood by the staircase railing and gazed at the few people that were located in the living room. One of them had caught her eye. He looked up to gaze at her, instantly smiling.

"Good morning. Come here." he spoke up. She hesitantly approached him, and stood beside him. "Hey." he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pecked her on the lips. "How was your sleep?" she shrugged her shoulders, and looked away to notice everyone staring at her. It began to make her feel uncomfortable. "Um...guys...this is my girlfriend, Kiara. Kiara...this is my mother, Lynn." he pointed. She responded with a smile and wave. "There's my step father, Paul." he spotted out. "Um...THAT THING over there is my annoying sis. Sometimes I wonder if we are REALLY related." he joked. "You've met her already. And...the guy right over there is my friend, JC."

"Hi." she spoke up, gazing at all of them.

"Any way. Let's go outside where we could be alone." he suggested while leading her towards the front door. They stepped out on the porch, and closed the door behind them.

"Um...I'm sorry about last night. I mean...I wanted it to happen, but...I'm not sure about you." she apologized.

"Are you kiddin' me? I dreamed of that happening since I...met you." she held a confused look. "I don't mean it that way. I meant...I dreamt of making love with you since the day I met you. I didn't just want to jump your bones. I just...had this feeling that...you were...the perfect one for me. That's all." he explained.

"It's okay. You don't have to explain. I understand perfectly well." she licked her lips and held her head down. "I uh...I guess I should be getting back home. I have to take a shower, and...fix me something to eat. I can already feel my stomach growling. Haha." he chuckled.

"I can make you breakfast." he offered as they walked down the sidewalk that lead to her house.

"Really? You can cook? That's the first." he froze, turning to face her.

"What do you mean?" he asked, a little confused.

"I mean...you're the first guy I've ever met who...know how to cook. All of the men I knew...were good for nothing. Seriously. But you..." she wrapped her arms around his neck. "You're...mmm. Can I just say...addictive. Haha." he leaned in, meeting lips with hers.

"Tell me about it. Let's go." he breathed between her lips. They turned, proceeding towards her house.

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Kiara closed her eyes as the water ran down her face. She continuously rubbed through her silky hair, massaging her scalp. "Mmm." she moaned. Justin entered the bathroom, instantly focusing in on Kiara who stood in the tub, rinsing underneath the shower. His eyes slowly trailed down her nicely shaped figure, completely feeling himself drawn to her beauty. He closed the door behind her, watching her quickly turn to face him with her hand to her chest. "Oh. Haha. You scared me."

"Hmm. I'm sorry." she watched as he removed his boxers, and slowly approach her. He stepped into the tub, and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "You look beautiful." she chuckled softly, rubbing through her hair.

"Breakfast was excellent." she mentioned, rubbing down her thighs with a bar of soap.

"Thank you." she turned to face him, and began trailing the bar of soap down his figure. She sat the bar of soap on the soap handler, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I'm so glad I met you." she spoke, kissing down his chest.

"Same here. I just knew...we would hit it off. The SAME day I met you, but...I never thought...you were abused. I'm sorry about that." she looked up to gaze in his eyes.

"Nah. It's not your fault. Don't apologize for their mistakes. They're the assholes who...did it. Not you." she looked down, instantly focusing in on his manhood. "And...I really..." she moved in closer to him. "...had a lot of fun last night. I thought...you were gonna kill me. Seriously. Things began to get so rough. We almost knocked the lamp down and shit. Haha. But...it's funny when you think about it."

"Yeah I know. I didn't know...you were like that. I thought you were the...romantic type. You know...the one who likes it slow. I was surprised when you asked me to move faster. I'm like...damnnnn. Mmm. This is the best. Haha." she slapped him on the arm mischievously.

"Shut up. Ahaha." she turned to face her back to him, and stood back underneath the shower.

Chapter 8

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