Roxanne slowly opened her eyes, her hand throbbing with a dull ache. She winced, her face contorting in pain. But as she looked around, she seems to forget her discomfort. She was in Jaxon's bed, surrounded by his masculine scent and the warm memories of last night.
Her gaze fell on Jaxon's sleeping form, his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. She watched him for a while, her heart swelling with lots of emotions. But as the minutes ticked by, she knew she had to get up. She slid out of bed, her movements careful not to disturb him.
As she made her way to the bathroom, the sound of splashing water filled the air. Jaxon stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, his gaze settling on the empty bed beside him. A slow smile spread across his face as he heard the sound
