Forever Yours - Jamie Campbell Bower lovestory

Certain Truth - Chapter 10

"You love me?" I smile, tracing his jawline with my index finger.

"I really do," He nods and I can faintly see the smile on his face as my eyes get used to the darkness, "And I'm not expecting you to say the same,"

"I'm pretty sure I loved you the morning after I met you," I chuckle.

He smiles and kisses me quickly, "I don't want to go back,"

"Where?"

"England,"

"Well then don't,"

"It's not that simple," He chuckles, "I have a job coming up,"

I let out an exasperated sigh, "I suppose I should have expected that when you told me you were an actor,"

"Probably," He chuckles, kissing my forehead, "But, phones and twitter are great ways to communicate,"

"Do you have skype?" I ask.

"No but I suppose I can get it if it means I can see your face when I'm on the other side of the world,"

I yawn absentmindedly and snuggle closer into his chest, feeling the safety and security that I've never felt before.

"Goodnight," I say into his chest, "I love you,"

"I love you too,"

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I wake up to the sound of birds and the distant sound of water lapping over the edge of the pool onto the concrete and I roll over, trying not to move Jamie's arm that is carelessly draped over my midriff.

His face looks peaceful. You can always tell what a person truly looks like when they sleep. There is no forced smile, or mask of sadness or anger displaying on their face, it's just them.

The way his lips part slightly, his eyelashes delicately resting under his eyes, a steady flow of air lightly brushing my face. It's captivating. Slightly creepy I guess that I'm watching him sleep. But there's a certain truth to a person when they're sleeping.

I run my fingers over his scruffy hair, making it smooth, repeatedly combing over the top of his hairline.

After a while he lets out a little chuckle and I realize I woke him up at some point.

"Good morning," He mumbles, peeping his eyes open slowly, "Admiring my beauty?" He chuckles, rolling closer to me.

"Couldn't have said it any better myself," I smile, tucking the strand of hair I was playing with away from his face and kissing him, "You looked so peaceful. Like an angel,"

"Oh don't be stupid. I'm not an angel," He chuckles, repeating the same actions to me, "Enough about me! What are we doing today?"

"What have you done in Melbourne so far?"

"Well. I arrived. Went to my hotel. Went to a club. Met a girl. Took her back to the hotel. Slept with her. Fell in love with her. Moved into her house for the rest of my stay. And that's it. The most touristy thing I have done is drive through the city to here," he chuckles.

"Well, we're going back to the city and I'm showing you around,"I smile, rolling out of bed and pulling my the hem of my shorts down so they're a reasonable length.

"I've been to Melbourne before, just when I was younger so I vaguely remember it-"

"Well, you can see it all again,"