Timing is Everything

Chapter Twenty

                                           Chapter Twenty

       The days pass even faster. You can feel the anxiety and stress level once you walk into Meredith and Hudson's home. It's so thick you can feel it. It is so thick that you're sucked right into it. I’m almost becoming used to it.

So far these past few days, Meredith has only had five breakdowns. She has only yelled once. Other than that, it has just been ugly tears. Charlotte and Jamison have been an enormous amount of help with everything. If I was here by myself I'm pretty sure I would be having my own breakdown, just like Meredith.

Today is Wednesday. The wedding ceremony is on Saturday at six o'clock. That means we have about three more days to get everything together. But most of that time will be spent at the rehearsal dinner and then the bachelor/bachelorette parties. I have to close my eyes and pretend I'm back in bed with Jamison's big arms wrapped around my me.

       "You don't have to say yes. But, would you want to go to dinner tonight with me?" Jamison asks coyly. He avoids my gaze at all costs. I can't help but frown at his behavior. What is the matter with him? He never acts like this.

       "Of course I'll go to dinner with you. What's going on, Jamison? You're not acting like yourself right now."

Jamison begins pacing the room nervously. His actions are beginning to make me anxious. My hair is probably going to be completely gray by the time this wedding finally happens.

       "Well, you see, it's going to be dinner with Meredith and Hudson...and my parents."

Oh, now I see why he's so anxious.

I walk over to Jamison and grab his hands. He looks over my head or at the ground, never meeting my eyes. I let go of his hand to touch his chin. I force him to look at me. His blue eyes bore into mine. It's like looking into his soul. I can see the fear in them. That hurts my heart more than he's even aware of.

       “It's going to be okay, Jamison. You helped me out with my parents and I'm certainly going to be there for you. I lo--care about you a lot," I bite my tongue and silently pray he didn't notice my slip up. Hiding my true feelings for Jamison is getting harder and harder as the days go on.

Jamison pulls me closer to him. He slides my hair off my shoulder to lay a single kiss. I feel it all over my body. I stop breathing and hold in a moan. I put my hands into Jamison's dirty blond curls and pull his lips down to mine. I kiss him as eagerly and passionately as I possibly can. Jamison then takes the lead and teases me with his tongue. I moan just as his tongue hits mine. Damn. His kisses are addictive.

I let my hands travel down from his hair to his broad, fit chest. My hands slip down under his green T-shirt. As my hands glide over Jamison's fine chest, he surprises me again by picking me up. I moan again, this time due to a mixture of shock and pleasure.

Jamison sets me down on his bed. He looks at me with an intensity that is new. I get impatient far too quickly. I grab Jamison by the front of his shirt and kiss him hard and wet on the mouth. I bite Jamison's lip to hear him groan. God, can he be anymore of a turn on?