DAKOTA POV;
Clouds fly by in the pink tinged sky outside of the plane window as I gaze out sleepily. The view is beautiful, a perfectly rosy sunset filled sky. The scenery for some reason reminds me of the soaring scene Jamie and I filmed a few days before we left on break. The thought brings a smile to my face. I just know that scene will look magical once it's finalized and on the big screen. I glance over to my other side and do my best attempt to smile at Jordan, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He's decided to go with me to visit my family over Christmas and even chose to stay until I return to set after New Years. It's a really nice gesture of him. I know being around my family makes him a little nervous. It's not that they don't like him it's just they aren't exactly crazy about him either and it's painfully obvious. Not that they don't make an effort to treat him like one of the family and try to make him feel included. They've always been nothing but respectful about it. The only one who's even mentioned anything about it to me was my mother and I quickly shut her down assuring her that I'm old enough and smart enough to make my own relationship mistakes. I hope I didn't shut her down too soon. God knows I've had my doubts about Jordan, especially recently and I don't want to be the kind of person who ignores people's advice just to protect my own personal feelings in the given moment, but I suppose time will tell if I'm right about staying with Jordan or not. As I turn and look back out the window my thoughts of Jamie return, this time thoughts of the adorable Christmas card he gave me fill my mind. The stunning image of him, Amelia, and Dulcie on the front is burned into my mind and I find myself wondering what he's up to.
With a heavy heart, I lay my head down on the pillow in my bedroom at my parents house. Spending the evening with my family was amazing, but I'm exhausted from my flight and I know Jordan is too. My eyes wander over to him as he lays next to me sound asleep. I know I can't deny it any longer. I've been lying to myself and it's not fair to either of us. I just don't feel anything for Jordan anymore, not emotionally anyway. I try to, I mean I really try, but there's just nothing there. I care about him and I don't want to hurt him, but I don't love him. The last few weeks since he visited me on set we've been really trying to heal the damage the distance has done to our relationship and get back to our old habits but I just can't. Of course the sex has been good and I've enjoyed his company, but I can't help but notice that there's a huge lack of emotion on my end. And I have a feeling that the distance issue has nothing to do with it. Still, as I lay next to him I know I won't be the first to leave. I can't stand the idea of being alone and adding another failed relationship to my ever growing list. I curl up next to him and inhale his scent deeply, as a single tear slips down my cheek.
Jordan's arms embrace me and his hands help me slip out of my nightdress easily. My arms wrap around his neck as I straddle him. Our bodies intertwine in the most delicious way, sending chills down my spine. I toss my head back and moan, forgetting entirely about my family sleeping in the other rooms throughout the house. My eyes open to look at his face and I'm stunned to see Jamie looking up at me, a look of pure ecstasy on his beautiful face.
I wake with a gasp and my heart pounding. I feel a rush of guilt come over me as I recall the dream, all the while Jordan is still dead asleep next to me. I gnaw on my lower lip as my hand slides down my inner thighs and I feel the wetness spreading between my legs. I toss one leg over Jordan and pull myself into an upright postition on his lap. His eyes pop open and he responds by placing his hands on each side of me, instantly realizing what's going on. My mouth stays firmly shut as ride him hard and fast, just like in my dream. I cover his mouth with one hand as the other clutches the sheets, ensuring no one else in the house will hear what's going on. We both find our release within seconds of each other and I deftly climb off him and exit the room without saying a single word.
The garden looks lovely, as always, and the bright California sun shines down on us as my mother and I sit out in the backyard. We've been out here for hours just talking, while the rest of my family and Jordan are playing some game in the living room. I've told her all the details of my time away on set and how sweet Jordan was to come visit me. The only thing I haven't said anything about is Jamie. I've carefully avoided any and all mention of him. Although after my dream last night he's been the only thing on my mind. "So how about this co-star of yours? Jamie?" She asks, with a smirk. "He's great. Very friendly, caring, helpful. He's been great through the whole process." I say with a slight smile. I really couldn't do these films without him. "Mhmm...and is that a picture of him on your phone?" She questions, reminding me I still have my camera roll open from when I was showing her pictures of Vancouver. "Uh...yeah." I mumble, embarrassed. I shouldn't even have taken it, let alone kept it. "Let me see." I bite my lip and pass her the phone, allowing her to see. "He's cute." She gives me a knowing look and I roll my eyes. "He's married." She smiles, and passes the phone back dismissively. "You're not." I give her an annoyed look but she doesn't see it. "I'm just saying you can't control your heart and baby I can see it all over your face when you talk about him. You just light up. You have feelings for him." When I don't respond she continues.
"I can also see that the guilt is tearing you up." I shake my head and look away. "Mom, he's married and I'm with Jordan. End of story." My fingers hover over the image of him in my camera roll and after a few moments of hesitation I press delete.Authors Note; Check it out I'm actually updating without taking forever! I'm sorry if this chapter isn't the best, I've got a lot going on but I'm gonna keep trying to write and update regularly for you guys.
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My Protector | Damie
Romance"I needed him to be protective of me. I needed him to be able to tell when I'm uncomfortable and when things are too heightened and too emotional. When I can't deal with it anymore, I need him to be able to see it in my face and protect me..."