I groaned when I opened my eyes and found the Texas sunlight flooding my room the next morning. I hated the sun and the way it reflected off of every slightly shiny surface in the room, intensifying its blinding powers. I threw the blanket off of me. It was hot, combined with the blinding white light flooding my bedroom and the heater in the bed next to me. Why was I naked? I stretched my muscles one by one and it slowly came back to me when I realized my hips and thighs were sore. Jon and I had gotten into a huge fight…and made up…twice. I sighed and rolled over onto my side, wrapping an arm around his waist. This was day three of his visit, the last day I'd get to see him for God only knew how long. I kissed softly across a scar on his back he'd acquired from being wrapped in barbed wire in a match in his independent days. His light snoring subsided and was followed by a loud groan as he stretched out. He rolled onto his back and looked over at me, his eyes barely open as his retinas adjusted to the sun.

"Fuck, Mich. We're going to buy curtains. How do you sleep in here?!" Jon said, rolling over and burying his face into my chest. I laughed, rubbing the back of his neck softly. He groaned with pleasure, not moving. I replayed the previous night in my head over again. I never wanted to fight with him again, it made me feel like my heart had been ripped out of my chest and dissected. I felt my body tremble when I got to the part of the night where Mike pulled me close to him. I shook my head as if I were trying to shake the thoughts out of it.

"What's the matter?" Jon looked up at me, his face softened with concern.

"I'm just thinking about last night," I told him. Honesty was key, right? He wanted me to be more open, at least that's what he yelled at me the night before. I felt my eyes well up with tears. I hated that I had made him angry. I was going to tear myself apart for days for that one even though we'd made up. It was my biggest fear in life to make someone who I loved angry or annoyed with me. It sounds so silly, but it's paralyzing to think that something I said or did could have made him go away forever. Thankfully he forgave me for being so shut off, but he made me promise to never do it again. We were going to be honest with one another. He really wanted us to work out, and so did I.

"Hey, hey. No crying. It's over. Stop thinking about it. We're good. Okay?" Jon rubbed my chin and kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed him back once, then a second time. God, his lips felt so good on mine, like they were made for kissing mine. I nodded and took a deep, cleansing breath. I was thankful for Jon's forgiveness and for making up. I guessed part of him must love me if he wanted to make this work. I smiled softly, running my fingers through his curls. He was such a beautiful sight to wake up to. I wanted more of this in my life. He was the one, that I was one hundred percent certain of. I just needed to be patient and take things slow. This was new to both of us. For now, I needed to focus on just showing him that I cared.

"I'm gonna make you some coffee and get a shower," I told him. He smiled and kissed me one more time before he rolled off of me.

"You're a good woman," he told me. He tucked his toned tanned arms behind his head, the sheet just barely covering his lower body. I was glad he thought I was a good woman. I wanted to be good for him. I walked to the kitchen and started the coffee before making my way into the bathroom. I turned the light on and started the water, turning it all the way to hot. I looked myself over in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. Shit, my body was wrecked. The insides of my thighs and my hips were bruised and there were bite marks and small hickeys all over my body. Normally I found things like that so trashy, but damn, it felt good when it was happening. Jon had been considerate enough to put most of them where they'd be covered up by my clothing.

I climbed into the shower, silently thinking about how different it would be having a man living with me now. I thought about the little things, making him dinner on the nights he was home, making him coffee in the mornings, doing his laundry. I didn't mind the thought of all of it by any means, it was just so different for me. I'd always been alone, other than my sisters, and we were all so self-sufficient. I'm sure Jon was too, he'd been on his own since he was sixteen years old, but I wanted to do all of those things for him. I wanted to be the one to pick him up on Wednesdays from the airport and to drop him off on Friday mornings. I wanted to wake up next to him and fall asleep next to him as much as possible. Whether he'd acknowledged that I'd told him or not, I loved him.I loved him so damn much. I'd never been in so deep, not even with Mike. This was a whole new thing to me and as much as it terrified me, it thrilled me at the same time. Every time I looked at him I could feel myself smiling. He filled me with so much joy I felt like my heart would explode at the seams. I closed my eyes, rinsing the shampoo out of my hair.

I jumped when I felt something brush against my leg, but I realized it was just the shower curtain moving slightly from Jon entering the room.

"There room in there for two of us?" he asked, peeking in. He licked his lips, looking me over. His blue eyes drifted from my head to my toes and he pulled his bottom lip into his mouth and held it between his teeth. I pressed myself against the wall and allowed him to enter. He was still naked, and fuck me, it was glorious. It must have been the first time I really took the time to look him over and really take it all in, at least in person. I'd spent plenty of time zooming in on badly-angled mirror selfies he'd sent me or pictures he'd taken in his hotel bed of his hard-ons that he said I gave him. Shit like that made me feel good; being with Jon was good for my self-esteem.

I felt my breath catch in my chest as he arched his back and rolled his neck, letting the hot water run over his body. I bit my lip as I watched his back muscles ripple from his shoulders all the way down to his ass. Mmm, that ass. I giggled softly, reaching out to touch it, but retracted when he turned around and faced me. He smirked at me, that damn cocky shit eating grin that drove me so wild, his dimples deep set in his cheeks. Water dripped off of his shaggy blonde hair and rolled down the front of his body, little beads trickling down around his abs like a marble in one of those flimsy plastic maze games you get when you're a kid. The shower wasn't the only thing getting me wet that was for certain. I followed the water as it ran further down, making rivers in the indents where his torso met his pelvis and over his thick, muscular thighs.

I pulled away from the wall and took a step to close the space between us. I just wanted to touch him to make sure he was real. I laid my hands on his chest and stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. I'd grown to love how his scruff felt against my face when we kissed, especially if it had been growing out for a few days and was beginning to soften like it was then. He smiled and kissed me back, rubbing my chin softly with his thumb. It was so hard to resist saying it again, those three pesky words that were just on the tip of my tongue, fighting to come out. I couldn't do it, though. I was terrified. I couldn't say it again and not hear it back, so I swallowed the words and kissed him again before returning to a more relaxing standing position, my hands still placed on his chest. I could feel his heart beating beneath my hand, a nice, steady pace. Jon placed a soft kiss on my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose, and finally, our lips met.

"I wish we could do this every day," I sighed, pulling him closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest, letting the water wash over the both of us, our naked, wet bodies melded together. Jon rubbed my back. For some reason, I was so in love with the way skin-to-skin felt in water, whether it be the shower or a pool. It made his touch even more velvet-like. I shivered as his fingertips brushed across my lower back and he kissed my forehead again.

"We could, if you wanted. You could quit your job and come with me," Jon told me. The water was starting to get cold and I was shivering from more than just his touch. It seemed like Jon had been trying to coax me into quitting my job for weeks now, but even more so now that he was visiting me…hell, he was moving in. I shook my head.

"I don't know…" I protested.

"Think about it. You've got time. No rush, okay?"

All I could do was nod. The last thing I wanted was to seem like of those mooching girlfriends. That just wasn't me. I was used to working but what I wouldn't give to have more time with Jon. I found myself lost in thought for a few seconds before the temperature in the shower drastically dropped, shocking me and snapping me out of my daze. I shivered hard this time, the water was turning icy cold. It felt like my pipes were draining water straight from the clouds hovering over Dallas. I thought about how icy it would be when it came time to drive Jon to the airport and I grimaced. I hated driving in wintry weather; but that was hours away and I didn't need to worry with it then. What I needed to worry with was laundry and packing his bags for the road. I shut off the shower and exited, wrapping myself in a large plush towel before I handed one off to Jon.

He wrapped it around his hips, leaving the rest of his body exposed, water still trickling down his chest and abs like a marble in a pinball machine. Fuck me, he was distracting. Part of me wanted to shove a shirt at him and tell him to stop distracting me from my housework, the other wanted to rip that damned towel off.

'No, Mich. Be an adult. Go do the man's laundry!' I bickered at myself internally. God, temptation was an evil thing. 'Not today, Satan. Not today.