A Different Christmas Vacation

Chapter Eleven

A/N ~ This chapter is a big moment in Jordan and Reina's relationship. Hope you like and comment. If you don't like this, I'm sorry. Not changing this because this can make or break any relationship, even theirs.

After swimming, Jordan and I changed and then I went over to his room to hang out.

“So I played for you, can you play something for me?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said. Jordan sat on the piano bench with the guitar and started to play the introduction to another one of his songs, Kiss Me Good Night. He started singing with his deep and raspy country voice and I melted for it. He was singing for me!

I played with my bracelets and closed my eyes as he sang the lyrics beautifully. “I don’t wanna spend my nights alone. Baby just hold me close and kiss me good night. Woah, woah, woah. Kiss me good night. Just kiss me goodnight.” He smiled at me and finished the song, slowing the tempo down again.

“That was amazing, Jordan.” I came over excitedly and sat beside him on the bench and pecked him on the lips. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. It was my pleasure,” he said.

“Wear something casual tomorrow. We’re going on a date. I’ll pick you up around two.”

“Mmm, tomorrow will be the best day yet. I’ll get to spend all day with you.”

We smiled at each other and he kissed me. I kissed back and wrapped my arms around his neck as his hand firmly held my back. He pulled me closer and picked me up off the bench. He carried me toward the bedroom, but pressed me against the wall to get a firmer grip, changing his hands from around waist to holding my thighs tightly.

In the bedroom, he closed the door and laid me on the bed. He was on top of me. I could feel his muscles penetrating as he kissed me harder.

Jordan started to take my shirt off and my many bracelets shifted up. “No,” I whispered.

He stopped right away. “What’s wrong?” he asked, very concerned.

“I can’t take my bracelets off,” I told him.

“Why? There’s nothing to hide,” he told me.

“Yes there is,” I said to him. “I’m not ready to tell you, I’m sorry,” I said. I got out from under Jordan and started to walk away.

He grabbed my arm to stop me. “Please, don’t go. I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” I said, “And it’s not your fault. But I’m not ready. I’ll come back when I am.”

“I’m sorry,” he said again.

I looked back at him from the door with pain in my eyes, but turned back around and left. I didn’t want to see his face like that ever again. I had hit him where it hurts, and right then I felt a lot like Tina Gavin. 

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That night, I didn’t go to dinner. I was too depressed. When I collapsed in my bedroom, all I did was cry. I couldn’t show him my past, not yet. He thought I was perfect it seemed like a lot, but I was no where near perfect and I wasn’t ready to show him that.

And thinking about that made me think about how much I’d hurt him. I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t ready, and he needed to respect that. I fell asleep alone and cold, crying my way to peaceful serenity, but all I dreamt of was Jordan.

In the morning, I went down to breakfast after a long, hot shower. My eyes were still slightly puffy and embarrassing. 

At breakfast in the morning, only Chloe and Janice were downstairs. “Good morning, darling. We didn’t see you at dinner last night. Is something wrong?”