I'm gazing right into the one and only Demi Lovato's eyes. The sun is shining right off her soft skin.

She just keeps looking right into me, as if she can read my eyes thought. As if she intimidatingly somehow knows that I am thinking about her beauty and her hand holing mine making chills run up and down my spine.

"Yeah, okay, I'll sit down with you," I say, with tremble in my voice.

I lean against the wall and let my body shift to the floor, my legs bending accordingly, as I finally am sitting on the ground, my legs up to my chest with my arms on my knees.

"How are you going to sit?" I ask with curiousness.

"What do you mean Jay?" she asks.

"I mean, it might be uncomfortable sitting with that dress which you look beautiful in-".

Crap, did I just say that?!

"I uh, didn't mean that. I mean, that's a beautiful dress that you're wearing. I like that dress-style. I didn't mean that you particularly look stunning and perfect in it. Yeah."

She shows a hint of a smile as it spreads across her soft, beautiful lips. "You don't think I look beautiful?"

Oh shit. "No, that's not what I meant". I stand up and wave my hands around in despair. What have I just gotten myself into? "You look beautiful regardless but I just meant that… It may prove difficult for you to sit on the floor with that dress on."

Her smile grows to that killer sight that I love to stare at all day. She winks too so that weakens me knees even more.

"I'll manage honey". She whispers near my ear.

She grabs the ends of her dress just near her knees and slowly lifts it up her legs. I gasp at the sight of her willingly showing me her perfect body. She lifts the garments to right in the middle of her thighs, as if she is wearing a very sexy mini-skirt. Her very toned legs send chills around my body.

I've never seen someone look so hot.

She sits down and extends her legs either her arms crossed right below her breasts, highlighting them. I know I shouldn't but I can't stop staring at them. Is it so wrong?

"Sit down with me," she purrs.

I sit down a metre away from her, hoping that my desires will be masked by the distance between us. I carefully try not to breathe as if I am about to die, but the desire to do so is too strong.

"Don't sit so far from me," she laughs, "I don't bite!"

I shuffle closer to her and I immediately stop when my hand touches hers, which is dangling by her side. Her legs are still outstretched and they're all I can look at. It's quite arousing, come to think of it.

I open my mouth a few times to speak, but nothing comes out.

What the hell is happening to me!?

"Um, okay. Well, uh. Wh-what did you need t-to talk to me ab-about?" I stutter because I keep looking at her legs. Her body has shifted so she is closer to me, to my body; her heels are nearly touching my canvas shoes.

"I think you know."

Her hand grabs mine just to lift it and place it on my legs, so they are both resting on my thighs, close to my hip.

"N-no, I-I really do-do not, uh, know what I am talking about." I can't shake the trembling off my body. It's almost as if her touch has some kind of hold over me; she decides my body's embarrassing reactions to her sensual touch on my skin.

She moves closer to my body, with only an inch separating us. My desires are thriving; they are pounding in my head, but I fight them back – just like I have in the past.

She is now touching my body with every inch of hers.

Is it me or is it getting way to damn hot outside here?

I look around to shake the feeling off me but it doesn't help because I can feel her hot breaths on my neck.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."

I cringe at the feeling that inhabits my body.

"You're leaving but I don't want to lose you. You mean way too much for me. You make me happy," she says. Her voice has truth to it. Her breathing is constant so she isn't lying and I can see an honest glimpse in her eyes as I look at her with the corner of mine. "you always have."

This is too much. I can't take this.