Jordan's POV

I wake up and Paxton is not beside me. What day is it? I ask myself. I think its Saturday but I'm not to sure. I reach over to grab my phone to see what day it is and I spot a yellow post it note beside my phone. I see Paxtons pretty handwriting and instantly smile. I pick the note up and lay back down on my pillow. 

Hi love, 

I went out to the grocery store because we have absolutely no food. When I get back I'll cook us some breakfast, okay? Sorry if I scared you but I wanted to let you sleep in, you need it. I'll be back soon:) I love you<3

love, Paxton

P.S It is Saturday:) 

I swear this man can read my mind. Granted, I do ask every Saturday morning what day it is. How does he even put up with me? I put the sticky note back on the table and check the time on my phone. It's 9:00. I have a text from 'hubby<3' 5 minutes ago saying "I'm coming home now:)." 

Paxton always makes sure he fills me in on what he's doing because boy am I an over thinker. I text him back and lay my phone back down. I pull myself to the edge of the bed and stretch. I need coffee, but first I should probably shower. I don't want to stink when Paxton gets here. 

I go into our decent sized bathroom. It has a double sink vanity in the middle of the bathroom. The front of the vanity has dark stained wood and the counter is marble. Beside the vanity is the toilet and on the back wall is our shower. We have a pretty good sized shower. I had Paxton install a overhead showerhead. Our shower floor is dark gray and black pebble stone. The shower wall is a matte wood look ceramic tile. It has different colors within it; some are light grey, some are light blue. It also has some darker colors and it all has a distressed look to it.  

I turn the shower on and peel my clothes off of me. I feel all sweaty and sticky. I sweat when I sleep if I don't have a fan on me but Paxton cannot have a fan on because it will make him sick. So we compromised; no fan. Steam starts rolling out of the shower and into the room making it humid. 

I roll the shower curtain back and step into the shower. I put one foot into the stream to make sure its not to hot yet. Ah, perfect. I start washing my body with the loofah, making sure I don't miss a spot. I hear the front door open and I start smiling and butterflies arouse in my stomach. I hear his heavy boots walking through the hall and into our bedroom. 

"Jordan?" I hear him say with worry in his voice. 

He can't hear the shower running? I didn't even close the door. 

"In here." I yell from the shower. 

I hear his boots walk to the shower door and stop. 

"May I come in?" 

Him just saying that gives me major butterflies. Its almost been three years and he still has me feeling this way. 

"Of course." I say with a smile on my face. 

I hear him walk to the toilet and sit down.

"You have a fun trip?" I ask him 

"Nothing is fun without you." He says.

I can hear the grin in his voice. I just chuckle and finish up washing my body. 

I turn off the shower and poke my head around the shower curtain and ask him if he can hand me the towel. I act like he's never seen me naked before. 

"What do you need a towel for?" He smirks. 

"Please?" I say with puppy dog eyes. 

"Step out of the shower and I'll give you the towel." He says while grabbing the towel. 

I notice his knuckles are scuffed up and red. I don't say anything though. We don't talk about that part of his life. 

"Just give it to me!" I whine. 

He grabs my clothes and the towel and starts to walk out of the shower. 

"Fine!" I say and draw back the curtain. 

I pull my arms up to my chest and cross them, its a reflex. 

He looks at my arms and says "at at" scolding me. 

He walks closer to me, giving me butterflies again. He sets my clothes and towel down on the counter. 

He takes each of my hands and puts them down at my side. He steps back and looks me up and down and draws his bottom lip in with his teeth. My breath comes out ragged. 

He steps towards me again and leads me out of the shower. He leans my back up against the counter and put his face level with mine. He looks at me and smiles and then his lips meet mine. 

He takes in my bottom lip, barely nipping it. He knows I love that. He slips his tongue inside of my mouth, exploring places he's been many of times. 

He lightly pushes me towards the counter more, making my back arch. His lips leave mine and he starts kissing my neck, hitting all of the right places. His arm slips around my waist. He's probably going to push my front closer to him. He lifts his head up, grabs the towel and says "here you go," smiles and walks out. 

What the actual flipping fuck. He just led me on like that? I'm leaning against the counter in the same position he left me in, just baffled. I groan loudly and hear him laugh from the bedroom. 

I quickly put my clothes on and walk out of the bathroom. He's laying on the bed, with his boots on if i may add. He lifts his head up. 

"Hey beautiful." He says trying to hold in his laughter.

"You're a dick." I say and roll my eyes. 

"Awwww come on don't be like that." 

I wanna tell him to pack his stuff and leave but that would be a little dramatic wouldn't it? 

"You're sleeping on the couch tonight. Go make breakfast. I also want some coffee." I say snappy. 

He keeps his smile on his face as he gets up and walks towards me. 

"What's wrong love?" He says while he gets level with me. 

"You're mean." I say and finally give in and smile. 

"There it issss." He says and leans in and kisses me. 

"You're still sleeping on the couch." I say. 

"Sure I am." He says and rolls his eyes. 

He walks out of our bedroom to cook breakfast I assume. I'm hangry and sexually frustrated, he better be cooking breakfast. 

"I love you stinkyyyy!" I hear him call from the kitchen as he's making as much noise as he can. 

"I love you bastard." I say and roll my eyes. 

thoughts on chapter two? do you think jordan and paxton are cute? I sure do! vote and comment:)