Chapter Twelve


    An hour later, they finally made themselves get out of the pool. Since the swim wasn't planned, they were without towels and so they giggled like school kids as they tracked water into the house. "Rosa is gonna hate me in the morning," Misty laughed. "But I'll at least help with the laundry. Take off your clothes."
    Justin arched a brow. "Wow, Mist....I didn't take you for the demanding type."
    Misty slapped his damp shirt. "Oh, stop....take them off so I can dry them."
    Justin laughed as he tore the shirt over his head and Misty smiled as she admired the way his skin stretched over his tight muscles. "Do you like what you see?" Justin teased.
    Misty looked up at him and blushed. "Stop teasing me."
    He chuckled and then tossed her his shirt. "But it's too fun not to."
    "All right, give me the jeans and then get out of here," she laughed. "Meet me in the den in twenty."
    "All right," he said with a smile as he stripped of his wet jeans that were sticking to him like a second pair of skin. He was hopping on one foot to pull off the wet material and all of the sudden he lost his balance and fell on his ass. "OW!"
    Misty couldn't stop laughing as she was bent over clutching her sides. "Oh...Oh, that was classic," she laughed.
    "Shuddup!" he exclaimed while he laid on the cold floor, only in a a pair of boxers and his jeans down at his ankels. "Oh..no..Sugar no," he exclaimed when the dog trotted over and started to jump him.
    And that made Misty laugh even harder. "Aww, ain't that sweet."
    "Dammit.....Sugar....okay, that's enough," he laughed as she kept giving him sloppy kisses with her tongue. "Misty...call...off your dog."
    Misty laughed and then walked over and pulled at Sugar's collar. "Okay girl, come on....back up and....ahhh!"
    Justin had leaned up and grabbed Misty's wrist and yanked her on top of him. "Justin!" she laughed in shock as she stared down at him. "Sugar...NO!" she laughed as she tried to get between their faces.
    Justin laughed and then rolled her on her back and hovered over her, trying to protect her from Sugar's lapping tongue. "Sugar...Suagar SIT!" Misty finally ordered.
    Sugar cocked her head and then licked her chops while she sat on her rump. "Good girl," she sighed and then relaxed her body.
    "I'd like to remind you that I am lying here half naked with my jeans down at my ankels."
    Misty chuckled. "You should have seen your face when you fell on your ass! I mean, what would your fans think?"
    "Oh, this is staying betweenn you and ME," he warned.
    "Okay, okay, I won't say anything," she chuckled.
    "Promise?" he asked as he raised a brow in questioning.
    "Promise," she said and then leaned up and kissed him softly. "Now get off me, this floor is hard and cold."
    He replied by rolling over on his back and brought her across his chest and continued to kiss her. "That better?"
    "Not...what I had...in mind," she said and then moaned when Justin deepened the kiss. "But it'll work."
    "Good," he said and then kissed her again.
    They didn't get up for another twenty minutes.

    "Are you hungry?" Justin asked as he walked into the den.
    Misty turned towards him and her jaw dropped to the floor. He only wore a pair of gray sweat pants that rode low on his hips which displayed a nice view of his hipline swooping under the waistband. His curls were still damp, his feet were bare and she could smell his fresh scent from the shower he just took. "I'm starving," she finally managed to say.
    The corner of his lips twitched up. She looked absolutely adorable. Her hair was wet from her shower and the damp strands fell over her shoulders and down her back. She had on a pair of blue and white plaid pajama pants and a white tanktop. "I'm in the mood for something sweet," he said.
    "Well, I think we have ice cream and stuff....we could make sundaes."
    "Perfect," he said as he held out a hand and then kissed the back of it, before he led her to the kitchen.
    Misty pulled out the vanilla ice cream, while Justin stuck his head in the fridge. "Hmm," he said as his eyes roamed the shelves. "We got chocolate sauce...a definite must....whip cream...even better....OH, and ya'll even have cherries!"
    Misty laughed. "Of course, I love cherries. The fridge is always equipped with them. We have chopped nuts too I think."
    Justin wrinkled his nose in disgust as he placed the jar of cherries on the counter. "Nuts get in the way...gross."
    "I don't like nuts either....at least on my sundaes." She then pulled out two bowls and placed them on the counter and then pulled a ice cream scooper from the drawer.     "Me too," Misty replied as she poured the chocolate sauce over the ice cream. "My dad and I always made sundaes."
    "My mom would always make them in the summer," Justin said as he squirted the whip cream. "So whenever I eat a sundae it takes me back to Tennesse."
    "Do you miss it?" she asked as she plopped a cherry on top of her sundae and then walked over to the other counter and jumped up on the flat surface.
    "Yeah, I do," he said as he did the same and sat next to her. "It's hard...the business we're in, but it's worth it."
    "Does it ever get tiring?" she asked and then ate her first bite.
    "Sure," he said with a shrug. "You go to school right?" She nodded. "Well, kind of like that. I mean, I'm sure you have your days where you love what you learn and love the atmosphere, but sometimes you're just sick of it, ya know?"
    "Know exactly what you mean," she said. "But whenever I see you perform on TV, you can see how much you like it....It's in your eyes...your expression."
    He smiled softly and then playfully dipped his finger in his whip cream and tapped it on her nose. "Thanks."
    She laughed as she wiped the cream off with her finger and then casually licked it off. "Thanks," she said dryly.
    "Cherry?" he asked as he held up his. He watched her grin and then open her mouth open as she tilted her chin up. He dangled it from her mouth, slowly lowering it to her and then suddenly pulling it out of her reach.
    "No teasing," she laughed as she reached up and grabbed his arm to keep him still, so she could leaned up and take the cherrie from her mouth.
    "Good?" he asked as he raised his brows.
    "Mmm, very good," she said as she chewed slowly. She then took out her cherry and held it up to him.
    He swooped his head under the cheerie and grabbed it with his mouth, and looked at her before he tugged it off the stem. "That's tasty," he said softy and then leaned over and touched her sweet lips with his. "Even better," he said and then took her mouth again, tasting her deeply.



Chapter Thirteen