Lover

Chapter 31: Starting Over

James' phone wakes me up and the sunlight blinds me.

"Fuck." I groan as I stretch.

"Hello?" I hear him answer the call. "Yeah she's with me. Ok I'll see you in a bit. Bye."

I get up and realize I'm only wearing panties.

"The hell happened last night?" I ask as I stretch my arms up.

"Well, you're wearing underwear I don't think we did what you think we did." James yawns.

"You act like you don't just scoot them to the side." I mock. There's a moment of silence before we both laugh. It's such a genuine laugh and mixed together, it's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.

"I could be gross sometimes huh?" He laughs.

"Yes, but I overlook it because you're hot." I tease sitting back in the bed.

"Is that the only reason?" He asks, reaching over to intertwine his hand with mine.

"Well I also kinda love you, but that's besides the point." I say making us chuckle.

"I love you too." He says. I look down at my lap and nod. "You know that right?" He asks. I nod again. "Why did we ever break up?" He asks and I remember exactly why.

"You know why." I quietly reply with a small smile. "We were moving too fast, we were hiding, we weren't honest." I list off.

"I'm a different person now." He says.

"Me too."

"Can we pick off where we left off?" He hopefully asks.

"No." I shake my head. His smile disappears and he looks devastated. "We start all over again." I smirk.

"You got me." He laughs putting his arm behind me and pulling me in for a hug.

"You smell good." I say against his chest.

"Wanna know something?" He playfully asks.

"You taste even better?" I question knowing his cocky ass would say something like that.

"No!" He laughs. "Oh my god." I laugh too.

"Then what was it?"

"I was just going to say I love you."

"When'd you become such a softy." I tease looking up at him.

"The minute you became my girlfriend." I smile leaning in to kiss him. We get lost in each other. The desire we have for each other is felt. I slid my hands over his clothes crotch and hear his breath hitch.

"What?" I ask drawing my hand back playfully.

"Shut up." He blushes. "Keep going." He begs pulling me closer. Just as I slightly slip my hand in the band of his boxers his phone rings, mine follows.

"Hello." I answer. "What's up?" Jimmy asks.
"The deal with Versace went through, we have a jet waiting in MIA for you."

"Okay." I sigh.

"You're not happy?" My manager asks.

"No I am, it's just a three week commitment in Italy." I quietly whisper.

"This is what we dream of in the modeling world!" He exclaims.

"Ok I'll see you when I land." I say before hanging up.  I see he hanvs up too

"I gotta go." We both say.

"Where are you going?" We say together.

"Italy." "Bay Area." Oh...

"Italy?" He breathlessly asks.

"Yeah I have a deal with Versace." I shyly inform.

"Baby!" He says getting out of bed. "That's fucking amazing!!" He stands me up and spins me around.

"Yeah." I drag unphased.

"What's wrong?"

"Well we just started dating again and I'll have to be in Italy for three weeks." He freezes.

"Three weeks huh?" He asks. I nod slowly and he bites the side of his cheek.

"Yeah three weeks." I nod.

"Hmmm." He thinks out loud. I begin to feel emotional. "What's wrong?" He asks, seeing my lips quiver.

"This isn't how we should be starting off." I pout. He pulls me for a hug and I feel one of hands move like he's reaching for something.

"Hey John." He says. "I'm not coming." There's a pause before he says. "Clean out my locker for me, I'm going to Italy with my girlfriend." He adds to my surprise. I pull away from the hug and look at up him with the biggest smile. "Yeah who cares. I can never make the media happy anyway." He shrugs. "I'll do an interview with Keiana and that's it." He bargains. "Sounds good, I'll see you when I see you." He says before hanging up.

"You're coming?" I ask still surprised.

"I should've asked first." He blushes. "Do you want me to come?"

"Of course I do!" I exclaim wrapping my arms around him.

"Wait...We're rushing again." He sighs.

"We're not moving in together." I point out.

"No, but we're vacationing together for three weeks and trust me a lot can happen in three weeks with you and I." He explains.

"James, I love you and this time I'm not leaving without you." I sternly say.

"Well, lets go to Italy then." He smiles.