Dear Diary

22 (alittle 🔥)

In the morning I'm the first to wake. Axtons hair is messy, and he lays on his back with me tucked into him. His arm around my waist resting on my lower back, the other across his stomach. Such a causal way to sleep compared to my, laying on my stomach, one leg up, head over his shoulder, and arm cuddling his bicep.

I get up walking over to the kitchen. I'm the first to wake, Harley still in the guest room, door shut. A part of me want to go in there, just so Axton can find us when he gets up. But my head slightly pounds from last night, and my stomach growls.

Axtons shirt brushes against my thighs, as I reach up to find the pancake mix. His kitchen is a nicer one, very organized, and a good size. The cabinets are a dark wood colour, and the countertops a black stone.

The stove turns on and I hear footsteps behind me. "Are you someone we can trust in the kitchen?" Her voice sounds smooth and deeper with sleep.

I don't turn around as I respond, "Well I haven't cooked much since I have meal plan for school, but I'd hope I could manage pancakes." I pour the batter onto the pan, forming a semi-oval pancake.

I hear her getting closer, putting one hand on the counter as she leans over my shoulder. "Would you like me to take over?"

"No," I grumble. I may not be the best at it, but I've gotta learn somehow.

I turn my head to look up, her face inches from mine, when she gets yanked away by her shoulder. I smirk up my face tilting even higher to look at Axton.

"Have you two not learned from last night?"

I shrug. "I'm sorry Ax, I've been awakened."

"Ax?" He lifts a brow.

"Friends give each other nicknames don't they?"

Then Harley is grabbing the spatula from my hand, and Axton pulls me towards him, "I know you're probably hung over right now, and tired. So I'm just going to tell you that do not expect this to happen again."  I stare at him for a good minute.

"Are you getting too soft for this relationship? Too... attached?"

"Do I need to remind you who you belong to?" My mind flashes to him forcing me to say I'm his while Henry watched.

I clear my throat. "Maybe"-

"Can you two stop bickering and eat?"

I turn around to see the pancakes are finished. He lets his grip of me go, and we sit down. His fingers brush up my thigh, his eyebrows shooting up when he realizes there's nothing under the shirt I'm wearing.

His jaw clenches slightly, glaring at me.

"I talked to a private investigator. He's going to help you with your... issues."

I look to Harley then back at him. "Can we maybe talk about this later?"

"Well I guess, but I only have today and tomorrow. So I'd like to know your side of the situation sooner rather then later." Harley says.

I blink. "Your-? Never mind. Okay."

I explain what been happening smacking Axtons hand away multiple times.

"Is there anyone you suspect?" She has a notepad out she grabbed from her bag under the table.

"Um. Well I think it's a male. Probably in my school. Someone I know fairly well since he's been at party's I've been to."

"Okay let's start by naming all the males you know and can think of at the top of your head that match that criteria."

I list off a few names and she writes them all down, as we finish breakfast push my chair out to get up and collect dishes. Axton grabs the dishes out of my hands, pushing down my shoulder to sit me back down.