The day after Christmas dinner was our clean-up day. I thought Jacob would absolutely despise it but he was doing all the work, always running to my side to help me carry things. He was so sweet it kind of scared me. I always knew Jacob was kind-hearted but this was just over the top.

Something was up.

It nagged on me. I wanted to ask Jacob about his behavior but I didn't have the heart to do so. Deep down I knew Jacob would brush it off. He'd pretend I was imagining things. He'd make me feel like I was tired and needed to rest. It was something he also did quite often now. There was denying that the Christmas dinner was tiring but it was entertaining.

Jacob made sure of it.

He showed both Nick and me whose side he was on. He pretended not to care about the whole Nick and Joy drama and maybe he didn't care. But he cared about me. So he made sure Nick would never try and upset me again.

I narrowed my eyes on Jacob who wiped the dining table clean. The table was shining, you'd probably be able to see yourself in it. I was leaning against the doorpost observing my fiancé with a careful eye.

He noticed.

He straightened, looking menacing already which made me swallow nervously.

"Instead of staring at me, you should sit down and drink your tea."

It sounded more like an order than a suggestion. That was so like Jacob Blackwood. I didn't let it get to me even though I did feel anxious for a split second due to his intense gaze. At this point, it was probably something Jacob couldn't turn off. It became a habit in his professional life, always looking intimidating and intense which now bled into his private life.

It was just a part of him now.

"I long for a glass of wine." I let him know, "Care to join me?"

Jacob grabbed the cloth he used to make the dining table shine and approached me with careful steps. It was like he was eying a scared cute little animal.

It was odd.

"Sounds good." He spoke quietly, "Get comfy on the couch and pick a movie for us to watch while I grab us something to drink."

It made me excited. This was the only thing good about the day after Christmas. Taking things slow and relaxing, trying to rest up after all the excitement and stress. Jacob noticed how excited it got me and looked at me with amused eyes. His eyes were soft and his lips were curled up to a gentle smile. He looked peaceful and gentle.

The softer side of Jacob was only seen whenever he was close to me I concluded.

I leaned in, loving the sound of him inhaling a sharp breath because of how close I got without warning. I pressed a hand against his firm chest and kissed him gently against the lips. We looked at each other as we kissed. When those grey eyes melted and turned a beautiful silver I smiled in the kiss and closed my eyes, savoring the gentle moment between us. He made a delicious sound, it was between a groan and a moan. It was soft yet showed he longed for me no matter what I looked like. He was attracted to me and not the effort I put in to appeal to him.

"I'll pick a movie," I whispered.

His eyes got that intense dark look which I knew so very well. It was my turn to deeply inhale to let the tension out. We weren't going to hump each other on the couch. I wanted a quiet moment together with my fiancé. Watching a movie and relaxing together.

So I needed to push the feeling back of ripping the clothes off Jacob's delicious body.

He chuckled, he knew exactly what I longed for.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear which made me shiver, "We have all night, sweetheart." He whispered.

I shook my head, "I don't want that." I gently ran my hand up and down his chest, the warmth which radiated off him filling me up with happiness, "I want a quiet moment with you. Just enjoying your company."

He smiled, kissing my hair, "That's fine too. Go sit down, I'll be right back."

Doing as told I walked out of the dining room and settled in the living room. We didn't get rid of the Christmas decorations yet. Jacob told me we could leave things and clean it up after New Year's Eve. I liked that. Our living room would be cozy looking for a little while longer. Getting comfy on the couch I grabbed the remote control and went through the movie collection online. A feel-good movie would go well with the idea of relaxing together with my fiancé on the couch so I picked one with a dash of comedy and waited for Jacob to join me. He walked into the living room a few minutes later and placed a tray with two mugs filled with hot chocolate milk and whipped cream and our leftover sweets.

It wasn't the wine I longed for.

He settled beside me, placing his arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. It felt nice and warm but it didn't distract me from the hot chocolate he brought over.

"I thought we agreed on wine?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Thought we should finish our leftovers today. Hot chocolate seemed like the better option with these sweets."

He wasn't wrong but it wasn't what I longed for. I didn't have wine at our Christmas dinner because I now realize that Jacob made sure of it. He was making sure I didn't drink any alcohol today either. Something was definitely up and I was done keeping it to myself.

"What are you up to?" I asked him, "You've been acting weird since the Christmas dinner."

He frowned, it looked like he had no idea what I was talking about. But Jacob was smarter than that. He was always ten steps ahead of me. He knew what I was talking about.

"Don't do that, you know what I'm talking about."

He took the remote control from me and pressed play. Apparently, he didn't think this conversation was important at all. It made me feel like a fussy toddler. I wasn't addicted, but I loved a glass of wine every once in a while. Speaking up about it now made me feel weird though. Jacob brushed me off and he did get himself a hot chocolate too. So it looked like I was making a big deal out of nothing.

"You don't like hot chocolate?" Jacob asked.

I glared at him, "I love hot chocolate with whipped cream."

He glanced at me, "Do you dislike having hot chocolate with Christmas cookies?"

I shook my head, "I don't dislike it."

He reached for one of the mugs and handed it to me carefully, "Then let's just enjoy some hot chocolate together."

There was no way I could win this battle. If Jacob wanted to have hot chocolate with leftover sweets I'd just go along with it. I exhaled tiredly and let it go. Maybe I was overthinking things. Maybe my fiancé wasn't planning anything and keeping me out of the loop. It could be all in my head. These past few days were kind of stressful. So I sipped my hot chocolate and focused on the movie instead.

We had leftovers for dinner too, finishing up everything so we wouldn't feel bad about wasting food. I felt stuffed and I could barely move. My eyes felt heavy and I could honestly fall asleep in front of the TV. Maybe I did fall asleep in front of the TV because when I opened my eyes again I was tucked into bed. I rolled to my side and brushed my hand over the cold sheets. I heard water running in the background so Jacob was probably taking a shower.

I wanted one too.

Rolling out of bed, I tiptoed to the bathroom. I wanted to surprise my fiancé. Quietly opening the bathroom door, I held my breath as I quietly closed it behind me. I glanced at Jacob who was now rinsing his hair. He didn't notice me.

Quickly I undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor. Cold air hit me hard, making me shiver. I tiptoed to the shower cubicle and slid the door open. Jacob turned to look at me. His lips curled up to a smirk. I slipped inside and giggled when Jacob pulled me close to his wet and very firm body. He slid the door closed again yet his eyes never left mine

I could feel wetness trail down my thighs.

Jacob's eyes glittered knowingly, "Do you feel better?" He asked quietly.

"I don't blame you for the hot chocolate anymore."

He chuckled, "Good, I just want us to live a healthier life, sweetheart."

"I feel better." I told him, "After the food coma I feel less stressed and pissed."

He wrapped an arm around my waist and spun us around, pressing me up against the cold tiled wall. A gasp left my lips and he took advantage of that. His tongue slipped into my mouth, he dominated me completely. I didn't mind though.

He brushed his hands over my sides, my body shivering for different reasons. Pulling out of the breath-taking kiss Jacob kissed my neck. He squeezed my sides, letting me know what he wanted. He lifted me up and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist.

"I love it when your soft and gentle." He told me.

I loved it when he was soft and gentle too. I couldn't speak though, I could find my brain because it melted due to all the soft kisses Jacob left on my neck. I tangled my fingers in his wet hair and tightened my grip. He groaned his erection twitching due to the sharp pain.

He liked it.

My little moment of victory didn't last long. Jacob rubbed my wetness, spreading it over my lips and pushing a finger inside to test my tightness. I was ready for him though, I felt soft like putty in his arms already.

"You're so good to me, sweetheart." He whispered, "You'll always be good to me, won't you?" Another finger slipped inside of me, he spread me wide even though I was ready for him already.

Jacob was a talkative lover and I loved it. I was sure I could reach my orgasm just listening to him talk.

"I will," I promised him.

He liked that too.

His fingers slipped out of me. Without warning, he grabbed his erection and pushed inside of me. I hit my head against the tiled wall as I threw my head back and moaned at the feeling of being so full of him. Jacob brushed his hand over the back of my head.

"Are you alright?" He asked, "Be careful."

I couldn't talk, all I could do was feel and enjoy him making love to me with slow and gentle thrusts. It got me all hot and bothered. Soft little mews left my lips which was enough to let him know that I was alright. Jacob was still careful with me though.

He kept his pace nice and slow. When I tightened around him Jacob pulled out of me which made me whine and scrape my nails down his back as punishment. He hissed but he didn't let go of me nor did he retaliate. Jacob turned the faucet off and walked us to our bed. It was cold, both of us were completely drenched yet he still dropped me on our bed like that.

I found my voice and brain then, "Jacob!" I warned him, "Are you crazy?"

"I'll change the sheets after." He muttered.

He didn't give me time to protest because he slipped back inside of me. He wasn't slow and gentle then. He grabbed my thighs and slammed into me, I tightened around him again and found my release. Shortly after Jacob spilled inside of me. He hovered over me, catching his breath.

I gently rubbed his back, "You better change the sheets." I warned him.

He chuckled tiredly, the sound making my toes curl again. We lazed around in bed, I knew Jacob would keep his word. He always did.