God, he is one fine specimen.

"Jade?" he asked and I snapped out of my little daze, "I'd suggest you take off yours as well, just to make sure you get clean and all."

Yeah, I'm sure he'd like to see some breasts, huh? Not mine. He'll just imagine I'm Britney.

"You just want to see me half naked, I know you," I said softly as I started to pull off my red baby t-shirt and my blue jeans, leaving me in nothing but my bra and my silk underwear.

A million thoughts were running through my mind:

Are my thighs too fat? Do I have too large of breasts? Does he hate me? Why did I do this? Why do I feel so fat? were a couple. I wrapped my arms subconsciously around my top half, feeling the water sting my wound harshly.

I felt like a blob of crap.

"What's the matter, Jade?" Justin asked gently, looking at my fragile form in front of him, "Are you feeling self-conscious about your looks? Because I'm not looking at your body."

Phew! A sign of relief. Now the big test...

"Justin," I took a deep breath as I looked him in the eyes. This was it; no turning back, "I'm in love with you. And if you don't feel the same way, I'll live. But just let me know one thing, please; if you hate me or like me. Because I've been so confused about that lately, how you've been treating me like I'm the biggest bitch one minute and then so good the next."

"I'm confused, too, but I do know this...I like you."

I started to harshly laugh, "See? This is what I'm talking about. You're confusing me now. How can you possibly like me? I mean, I've treated you like the biggest piece of shit, there's no reason you should if you do."

"I know that. I just do, okay?"

I looked into his blue eyes and realized; holy shit, he wasn't lying! He continued, "There's a different side of you that no one really gets to see of you; the sweet, feminine, sensitive side that you're afraid to show. And I like that side of you. I'm hoping that you might give me a chance and trust me like you trusted Eddie."

"Justin, I cried on your shoulder. I trust you."

My arm went completely numb underneath that warm water of the shower as I tried to lift it up to brush it through my hair uncomfortably, which I amazingly could do and asked, "So, you like me. This actually is a shock to me even though I don't act like it is. What do we do now?"

Justin just slyly smiled at me. God I love him, "I don't know what you're going to do, but I'm sick of calling the shots."

I placed my good hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes with a strong passion for him, asking him with my silence if it would be alright if I kissed him. He simply nodded and I lightly licked my lips, longing for him to lean down to me and kiss me first.

But it was all Jade Vincent.

Our first real kiss was not only my effort, but more of Justin piling on passion than myself even. He leaned down a tiny bit and let his lips catch upon mine, the sweet set of baby kisses jolting energy throughout our bodies like a body shock.

Then the passion grew...god I sound corny. Feel free to shoot. No wait! Wait until we're done.

He opened his mouth and I slightly followed suit, suddenly struck with fear that I couldn't kiss. But I guess I could because he whispered to me when we briefly broke apart, "You're a pretty good kisser."

I didn't want to stop, but we did. Selfish nurses yelling at us to get out when I haven't even washed my damn hair.

I parted from his side, grabbing the shampoo bottle and Justin quickly snatched it from me, simply commenting, "Your arm's in pain. Let me wash your hair."

He's so sweet to me I swear to God I'm getting holes in my teeth. I'm so cliche.

His fingernails scraped my scalp lightly as I melted under his touch. After he was done, we eventually got out and dried ourselves off. Ellen wrapped my arm up and told me to go to the hospital the next day to put it in a cast. After another sweet kiss from Justin, he looked into my eyes and I could swear it sounded like a proposal:

"Jade, will you be my girlfriend?"

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