warning: Nothing, left the sexual stuff to be up to your imagination.
You cuddle closer to Justin on the couch, the sounds of The Last Song playing in the background. Justin finally has a day off and the two of you have just been relaxing all day. Justin nuzzles his nose in your hair.
“Mm. I love you, do you know that?” He hums, pressing his lips to your forehead. He puckers them up and traces them along your hairline, down your cheek until he finally reaches your lips. “I really love you.”
His words only come out as a whisper against your own lips before he kisses you. The kiss starts...