I followed Justin's instructions to Alex's room and dressed myself. Walking in a house naked was weird, there was a draft everywhere and there was the constant urge to cover my chest and nether regions.
Anyway, after I dressed, I went back down to meet Justin. He was standing there with his eyes still closed. "He's so sweet," I thought, not many guys would close their eyes when they saw an angel naked.
Realization hit me, I wasn't an angel anymore, I was normal.
"Rosie? Are you decent?" he shouted, thinking that I was still upstairs.
I looked at myself; I was dressed in a simple purple t-shirt with a funny symbol on the front and a pair of torn-up jeans. Justin was walking around with his hands outstretched.
"Justin, you can open your eyes," I said, hiding my laughter. He opened his eyes and rubbed them as they adjusted to the light. After a few more blinks, he turned to face me.
"Rosie, you look great. How'd you get your wings to fit in that t-shirt?" he asked, with an adorable puzzled expression on his face. I reached out and held his hands in mine, steadying him for the shocking news I was about to give him.
"Justin…" I began. "I'm not an angel anymore." I said flatly. Before he could bombard me with the thousands of questions not doubt running through his mind, I continued. "I gave up being an angel for you. There is this thing in the agency, called the inner voice. Whenever angels have questions on what to do, the inner voice will tell them what the right thing to do is. When I consulted it, it told me to go to you, even giving me instructions on how to lose the wings and still retain the powers of an angel."
He stood there stunned throughout my speech, I would've killed (okay not really) to hear his thoughts. After a few antagonizing moments, he finally nodded.
"That's it?" I asked, slightly insulted. "I give up being an angel for you and that's all you have to say? A nod!" I was screaming now.
This would have probably gone on a lot longer if Justin had not kissed me. His lips fit perfectly into mine, and even though it was just a surface kiss, I felt like I just died and went to heaven (trust me, I know).
He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. His stare was so intense I thought I was actually going to faint.
"So where does that leave us?" he asked. That was the question I had been dreading.
"I don't know." I said after a brief pause. My heart ached as I had to force out those words. In my heart, I was saying, "we could continue where we left off". But my head was arguing, " What if that's not what he wants. What if he's already found someone else and that kiss was a goodbye and I'm sorry kiss?"
The mind obviously won that debate as I continued to stare at Justin, looking for the answers in his beautiful face.