Her Hidden Life

Anna is a normal seventeen year old girl. She has two overprotective parents, and two siblings who happen to be twins, Tara and Trevor. What happens when she runs into her idol Justin? Are they just friends, or are they more? What does Daddy have to say about his underaged daughter talking to this big celebrity?

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6. Justin

Justin's POV:

 

  The day I met Anna, everything changed for me. She was different. Every other girl on the beach came up to me, she just stayed at her spot. That attracted me to her. Not to mention that she was an angel I'm disguise. I knew that I had to make her mine. Not only for my video, but in my life. I spent the night at her house last night, and she was still sleeping when I got up. So I went to hop in the shower. I carried extra clothes in my car since this isnt where I live, so I ran and got them before hopping in. I did my business and got out. I walked into her room with only my boxers on, and my hair still wet. She was sitting up in her bed, and the look in her eyes made me want to bust out laughing. She wasn't ready to see this. Not that I'm being cocky, but reading her facial expression said it all. She was still in my shirt, and damn if that wasn't a turn on, then I don't know what is. 

 

  She got up and headed towards me. She put her hands around my neck and pecked me on the lips. "Morning." Her voice was sweet, it made you fall in love every time she would talk. I said it back and grabbed her waist. I could tell she was liking what she was seeing. She constantly bit her lip. Not overly excessively, but every so often she'd look at me and do it. Yesterday things almost got serious, but I didn't want to rush her. You just know when someone is a virgin. And she was just too obvious. Not that it's a bad thing. That actually makes me have more respect for her. Not that it makes you any less of a good person, some is not by choice. But I wasn't going to make her do anything with me. What if I wasn't able to make her mine? She just waisted herself then. I want her to be sure. 

 

"I'm going to make us breakfast, I'll be back up." She kisses me one more time and went downstairs. "Damn." I said under my breath. The body of a goddess with the lips of a angel. If she wasn't a dream girl of any man then I must be falling hard. I shook off the though and put on some basketball shorts. 

 

  I went downstairs and walked up behind her grabbing her from behind and kissed her neck lightly. I saw a smirk creep onto her face. She may only be seventeen, but she's also not far from legal. But this has to stay on the down low so there is no police involved, and her parents don't try anything. After all, I'm twenty-one. I don't want to lose her. 

 

"So what are you making?"

 

"French toast."

 

"Mmmm." I licked my lips and quickly licked her neck to mess with her a bit. She laughed and turned around. My arms still around her. She pointed her spatula at me and raised her eyebrows at me. She stood on her tippy-toes and put her forehead on mine. She went for a kiss but then pushed me backwards and I fell onto a chair. What a tease she is for being so innocent. 

 

"Do you want food?" She smiled.

 

"Of course, but I also want other things." Not the dirty things, get your heads out of the gutter. She rolled her eyes and turned around. 

 

  We ate at the table, and talked some more about our lives. As soon as we were done, she went to grab my plate, but I pulled back and took hers as well. I washed up the dishes, dried them and put them back where she got them from. "Thank you for breakfast, it was delicious."

 

"Culinary comes in handy. You're welcome, thanks for helping clean up."

 

"Not a problem." I picked her up and carried her up the steps. Even though we won't go farther than kissing, we both enjoy just that. I don't think I've ever fell in love with a girls kiss. She has me tangled in her little fingers. Every time we make out her heart beats fast and she pulls me in more. I know I'm not the only one who likes it. But our time together was going to end soon because her family would be home from their day away. But I'll make sure to call her so she knows I'm serious. 

 

  Our time has ended, and as we say our byes I can see that she doesn't want me to leave. And I don't want to either. I kiss her one last time, and I'm off to chill with my boys. 

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