Only you

Chapter 37

Part 37

Dakota's POV

I don't know what is it in men's bare foot, or bare chest or arms, legs. I simply don't know that. But there must be something.

It would explain why I love looking at Jamie's naked body so much. He's my boyfriend so it's natural that I love all of him.

For example when Jamie is bare chest in the house, when he's cooking or something I just can't torn my eyes off of him. It's impossible. I don't know why. Maybe because he's so mascular.

Or because he has such a creamy, beautiful skin. Or maybe because his body is simply perfect.

I lean on my elbow and watch him. He's sleeping on his back but his head is turned to my direction.

I look how his chest rise when he's breathing. He looks so calm now. I wonder what is he dreaming about.

He told me that before he used to have nightmares. But that was a long ago. When he was teenager after his mom died, or after accident in which his friends died.

That was horrible. I don't know how he could handle that. He's such a strong person. I think that because of that he could survive all of this.

I even don't want to think what could have happened if he didn't have enough strenght.

And yet after all of this he became perfect person. Well, maybe almost perfect person. Nobody is perfect, right ?

Gently to not wake him I sweep aside his hair. They are a little longer now. I think I'll have to cut them.

But he doesn't have his beard. He asked me once if he looks better with or without it. Honestly I don't know. He always looks great. But I think that when he has his beard he looks older.

Without it he's younger and much more sexy. But if he had to grow up a beard for a movie it would be okay. I didn't see him with a beard, so I'm not sure.

My hand slid down his cheek. He still doesn't wake up. Good. He needs his rest.

Tommorow is our last day on set. We won't be filming any more scenes, it's just a simple meeting with the cast.

I still can't believe that the time passed so quickly.

I feel that Jamie moves and I turn my eyes back at him. My hand is still on his cheek carresing it lightly.

He moans something and slowly opens his eyes. As soon as his eyes meet mine he smiles.

His hand hold on my and he puts a kiss on it.

He close his eyes again but still doesn't let go of my hand.

-Why you up ?-he asks.

-I woke up, and couldn't fall asleep again.

-So you decided to watch me ?

He looks at me, small smile dancing on his lips. I myself can't stop from smiling.

-Well, I know that you do that sometimes-I say taking his palm in mine and weave our fingers.

-And you wanted to try.

-You can say that-I giggle.

His thumb is doing a little circles on my hand. I look up at him and smile. It's so wonderful, that when you're in love you can't stop smiling. Especially when you have that special person near you.

My grandmother once said that you that that this is true love when you can't stop smiling every time you see, or think about the one you love.

And for me it's impossible to not smile or feel that warm inside me when I see Jamie. Or when I have him next to me, when I hear his laugh.