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"  On Monday, Kate and Richard had lunch and when they came back, they were laughing and joking around. It practically brought a tear to my eye\u2014the gang is back together!  It was a short week at work\u2014Literatti is closed for the 4th and the 5th (God bless summer Fridays). I had a few options for 4th of July\u2014a party some of my guy friends from college were throwing, and a party that Brad, the guy Nina was dating, was having at his apartment. Kevin was planning on going to that too. Ultimately, Ashley, Nina, and I decided we&amp;#039;d start with brunch, head to our college friends&amp;#039; party, and then watch the fireworks at Brad&amp;#039;s.  But first, I wanted to get a spray tan so I would look cute in my American flag jorts. I scoured the Internet for an appointment and a coupon (spray tans are absurdly expensive), but the only one I could find was at this place in the West Village, literally one and a half blocks from Justin&amp;#039;s apartment. Now I know, this sounds like I just wanted an excuse to run into him\u2014but I swear my decision to purchase the coupon was based purely on financial reasons (and also vanity). The West Village salon was the only place that was running a special ($25 dollars vs. $90\u2026I told you, absurd!), that also had availability the night before a holiday. I look my personal worst after a spray tan, with my greasy Oompa-Loompa colored face, no bra, and no make-up. There wasn&amp;#039;t even a small part of me that hoped I&amp;#039;d see Justin in this condition.  I managed to ride the subway downtown and make it into the salon without incident. I was planning on splurging on a cab home (riding the subway with no bra = creepers leering at you every time the subway lurches to a stop and your boobs bounce. No thank you.). After the appointment, all I had to do was hail a cab and hightail it out of there. Easy-peasy.  When I walked out of the salon, I was ecstatic to see a cab idling at the corner, the person inside of it just about to exit. I jogged towards the car, holding the door open as the person inside climbed out. My Oompa Loompa face fell when I saw who that person was.  &amp;quot;Oh!&amp;quot; Justin said, startled (whether by me in his neighborhood or my greaseball exterior, I&amp;#039;m not sure.) &amp;quot;What are you doing here?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Spray tan.&amp;quot; I pointed to my face.  &amp;quot;Yeah, you look a little\u2026cooked.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Lady!&amp;quot; The cab driver barked. &amp;quot;You getting in or what?&amp;quot;  I gave Justin a look like, &amp;quot;Aw shucks, we can&amp;#039;t chat longer!&amp;quot; and started to climb into the cab.  &amp;quot;Wait.&amp;quot; Justin grabbed the top of the door before I could close it. &amp;quot;Can you go get coffee or something?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I really don&amp;#039;t want to go anywhere looking like this,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m all sticky and gross.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Then come to my apartment.&amp;quot;  I gave him a disgusted look.  &amp;quot;No, no!&amp;quot; Justin shook his head. &amp;quot;Not like that. Please. Just for 10 minutes. I really want to talk to you.&amp;quot;  I chewed my bottom lip, unsure.  &amp;quot;Miss, make up your mind!&amp;quot; The cab driver did not care that I was a facing a major dilemma. I did want to hear what Justin had to say\u2014I had a feeling it had something to do with him being back together with his ex\u2014but I really didn&amp;#039;t want to have this talk with me looking like a cast member of the Jersey Shore (RIP).  &amp;quot;Fine,&amp;quot; I said (to Justin, not the cab driver).  &amp;quot;Rick is in the Hamptons this weekend,&amp;quot; Justin said as he pushed his door open for me. &amp;quot;Can I get you something to drink?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Just water,&amp;quot; I said.  Justin disappeared into the kitchen and came out with two glasses in his hand. &amp;quot;You can take sit down, you know.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m scared I&amp;#039;m going to stain your couch,&amp;quot; I said.  &amp;quot;That color.&amp;quot; Justin cleared his throat. &amp;quot;Is, uh, really intense, huh?&amp;quot;  I shrugged. &amp;quot;It will be less pronounced tomorrow.&amp;quot; I took a sip of my water. &amp;quot;So what is it you want to talk to me about?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Right.&amp;quot; Justin stuck his hands in his pocket and rocked back on his heels. &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t want you to get the wrong idea about Adrienne,&amp;quot; he said, referring to his ex. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re just kind of seeing where things go. We&amp;#039;re not officially back together or anything.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s the difference?&amp;quot; I asked.  &amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I mean, what&amp;#039;s the difference between &amp;#039;seeing&amp;#039; your ex, and &amp;#039;getting back together with her?&amp;#039;&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; Justin coughed. &amp;quot;One is that she&amp;#039;s not your girlfriend. In the other case she is.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Oh.&amp;quot; I said, sharply, making it clear I thought he was so full of shit.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not just saying that,&amp;quot; Justin insisted.  &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t have to explain yourself to me,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m &amp;#039;seeing&amp;#039; someone too.&amp;quot; I put air quotes around the word, &amp;#039;seeing,&amp;#039; because technically, I wasn&amp;#039;t lying. That&amp;#039;s what this thing was with Kevin\u2014not legitimate, in need of air quotes.  &amp;quot;Who&amp;#039;s the loser?&amp;quot; Justin asked, snippily. Ohhhh, making him jealous felt so good.  &amp;quot;Just this guy I met,&amp;quot; I said, casually.  &amp;quot;Just some guy you met.&amp;quot; Justin repeated.  &amp;quot;Yup.&amp;quot; I narrowed my eyes at him and put my water glass on the counter. &amp;quot;Is this everything you wanted to say to me? Because I&amp;#039;m hungry and I want to go home and order dinner.&amp;quot;  I went to walk past him, but Justin grabbed my wrist, pulling me back towards him and kissing me. I tried to pull away, and he held me to him just a beat long enough to let me know he could.  &amp;quot;What the fuck?&amp;quot; I gasped, wiping my mouth.  Justin let go of my wrist and stared at me, his eyes hungry. &amp;quot;If you want to go,&amp;quot; he said, quietly. &amp;quot;Then go.&amp;quot;  We faced off, not moving, breathing hard. I had a split second to make a decision, and I decided to turn away.  Justin touched my wrist again, but so lightly I almost didn&amp;#039;t feel it. I froze right where I was, and Justin took a step towards me, kissing me right at the nape of my neck. I exhaled, loudly, and didn&amp;#039;t push him away.  We didn&amp;#039;t speak as we pulled off each other&amp;#039;s clothes, stumbling to the bedroom in a tangle of shirts and stretch pants (those were mine, obvi). Justin pushed me onto his bed and thrust inside of me, holding my wrists down as he drove into me again and again.  &amp;quot;Is this what you think about when you&amp;#039;re with him?&amp;quot; he whispered into my ear, burrowing his head into my neck as my body tightened and released beneath his.  When we were done, his sheets were stained orange by my spray tan.  &amp;quot;You could at least offer to pay for dry cleaning,&amp;quot; Justin joked, as I pulled my clothes on.  &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t hold your breath.&amp;quot; I shimmied into my tank top and stretch pants. &amp;quot;Sooo,&amp;quot; I paused at his door awkwardly. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m going to go.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ll walk you out.&amp;quot; Justin crawled out of bed, naked except for his boxers, and guided me into the living room, his hand on my lower back the entire time. At the front door, he bent down and gave me a kiss. I left without another word. I have no idea if we will do this again, and no idea if I even want to. I haven&amp;#039;t had enough time to process this turn of events, but I couldn&amp;#039;t wait to get Nina and Ashley&amp;#039;s take on the situation.  Want more from Josie? Follow her on Twitter @BedroomBlog "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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