Your P.O.V

You trudged out of the office in an aggravated manner. You got in your car, with a sigh. Oh, thank God the day was over. Your boss was treating you like shit today and not to mention your computer had crashed about 60 times. You wee glad you could just get home and be with your fiance of 2 yeas now, Jon. 

But sure enough, to your disappointment, he hadn't gotten home yet. He was busy recording his newest album "New Jersey" with the rest of the band. 

You hopped in the shower and turned some music on.  You sighed in relief as the hot water hit your skin and slid down your back. 

You listened to Going to California by Led Zeppelin, as tears slid down your cheeks. At your convenience, you heard the bathroom door open. 

"Y/N?" It was Jon. 

You refused to answer. 

He pulled back the curtain, and paused when he saw you in your condition. "What's wrong?"

You sighed, "I've just had a bad day Jon." 

"Ah. Well, can I help?" he said already sliding his shirt off. 

He got in with you and you backed up to make some room. He picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

"You are the most beautiful girl, you know that don't you?" he said kissing your temple.

And that was one of the best nights you had had in awhile.