a few days later i was watching tv with Pete.
He started pulling his arm around me, i dont know why but i didnt like it....
I felt so guilty about cheating on him.
I wasnt even sure if i was going to see Justin again, i'm sure it would be so awkward.
I looked at Pete.
Sammy: Please take your arm away.
Pete looked weird at me.
Sammy: Uhm, it's just that i feel sick and i dont want you to get it.
He took his arm off me and looked at the movie.
He started moving his head closer to mine and started kissing me on the neck.
Sammy: Pete, what are you doing?
Pete: I want you.
I got up.
Sammy: What part about i feel sick didnt you get?
Pete: I'm sorry. I just thought you liked when we had sex.
Sammy: It's not that Pete.
Pete: Then what is it?
Sammy: I feel sick.
Pete: Yeah, i'm sure you do.
He got up and walked out of the door.
I wanted to see Justin right in that moment.
I ran to his place.
I knocked on the door and looked back.
When i looked aagin, Justin was standing in the door smiling at me.
Justin: I thought you werent going to talk to me again.
Sammy: Why would you think that?
Justin: Because youre with Pete.
Sammy: We just had a fight.
Justin: Oh, uhm are you okay?
Sammy: Yeah, i'm fine.
Justin: Sammy, i think we need to talk too.
I stopped smiling and Justin invited me inside.
I sat down in the couch and looked at Justin sitting down next to me.
Sammy: Yeah, it's wrong and we should stop it.
Justin: I wasnt going to say that.
I looked up in Justin's beautiful brown eyes.
He started talking but i didnt pay attention.
I was starring at his lips.
I didnt hear any sound, the only thing i could see was his lips.
I grapped his cheeks and pushed my lips against his.
He wrapped his arms around me and held tight.
I stopped and looked at him.
Sammy: I'm so sorry, i didnt mean to do that.
Justin just starrted at me with his mouth open.
I looked down but i didnt look down that long, before Justin had wrapped his arms around me again and pressed his lips against mine.
He started to take off my bra.
Why wasnt i stopping him?
Why didnt i want him to stop?
We ended up naked on his living room floor, out of breath and filt with sweat.
How could i do this to Pete?
I was sure, this wasnt going to happen again.