Confessions of a Queen Bee

Chapter 47

I updated Chapter 46 a couple of hours ago so check that one out before this one!

Two/ Three Chapters Left guys!

There are a Time Jumps in this so i'll indicate what day it is and like what part of the day it is lmao in bold. Just incase it's confusing. 

Wednesday Night: (After beach)

 Few hours later I was standing in Jackson's kitchen humming to the music as I cleaned up dinner. He had gone for a shower after dinner as I had gone for one before. My hair was laying wet down my back but I couldn't be bothered to dry it today. Usually I did but I felt as if it deserved to curl today.

I don't even know what I'm on about.

It wasn't awkward between us now, not even one bit. If anything, Jackson was finding it harder to keep his hands to himself.

He kept just touching my skim aimlessly, it was the best feeling.

Singing alone to myself I can't help but feel as if what happened between Jackson and I, gave me hope. That I wasn't broken. That I was still Ivy James and I could still, well you know.

But as I acknowledge how selfish the whole thing was, I shut it out of my mind and carried on washing the dishes.

I know I need to tell him.

But what's the point of ruining a good day, right?

Right?

I hear Jackson come back downstairs and I smile over my shoulder at his fresh look. He had put some sweats on and a white shirt, that's what he usually sleeps in, unless he gets too hot and then he'll take one of them off.

We've been sleeping cuddled up every night but obviously in the night sometimes we sperate. And I think Jackson's too scared to pull me back to him again, considering the way I freaked out on him in my sleep once.

"Hey." Jackson says, dragging his hand along my back as he passes, walking to stand next to me to help dry the dishes.

"Nice shower?" I ask

"Yeah, I didn't realise how it was out there."

"Well, I was shivering when we got back to the car." I laugh and he snickers.

"You're always cold though."

"Yeah I guess." I suppose I do have one of his hoodies on right now.

I pass him the pan that he cooked in and he drys and puts it away, I hum along to the music and Jackson laughs slightly.

I frown at him and start singing along, rebelling against his humour. I can sing. I mean I cant follow a tune, but I can sing.

He comes and wraps his hands around me from behind, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"You know it was that night?" Jackson says softly and I dry my hands and turn around in his arms.

"What are you talking about?" I ask and duck under his arm to carry on getting the kitchen clean.

"That night, the one when we made cookies." He explains leaning against the counter and I could feel his eyes watching me as I carry on doing what I'm doing.

"What about it?" I say, smiling at the memory.

"That was the first time I really saw you." He says and I look up to meet his eyes. His gaze is so intense that I immediately want to pull away, but I don't.