Madison's POV
I woke up blissfully, feeling the warmth of the sun coming through my blinds and the safe feeling of Josh's arms wrapped around me, snoring.
I smiled, feeling grateful and thankful for waking up to a brand new day.
Feeling my stomach rumble, I snuggled into my pillow, feeling more content.
To my surprise, Josh started to kiss my skin, sending a wave of bolts through my body.
"I have to get up for work" I mumbled, feeling him kiss my cheek. "Can you do breakfast while I shower?"
"Can't we just shower together and get breakfast on the go?" He asked and I smiled, pushing my hips back against him.
"You'll make me late" I teased, kissing his lips and forced myself out of bed.
Putting on my robe, I hid my body from his display, before tying up my hair and winking at him over my shoulder.
I smiled, just as Josh smiled back, he ran his hand through his hair and lay in bed, watching me.
I closed the bathroom door behind me and flipped on the shower. I took off my robe and let it fall to the floor.
I checked the temperature with my hand, feeling the water before getting myself in, wanting to clean myself from spending the night with him.
It wasn't that I felt dirty, I felt great, but I didn't want to go to work feeling gross... so shower was what I wanted when I woke up this morning.
I had been with Josh since I was sixteen years old, we were childhood sweethearts and even though we were now twenty and had a whole life ahead of us, I always wondered what direction we were heading in.
I mean, we were happy, but there was no spark anymore.
No butterflies, no heart stopping moments and definitely no romance.
Josh was my everything.
He was my first kiss, my first boyfriend, my first everything...so I put it down to the fact we were in a knowing, comfortable routine.
But, I needed excitement, that's why at eleven thirty last night, I text him and begged him to come over ...
We had the best night ever...so I made a mental note to try and be more upfront about stuff like that in the future.
Our sex life was good, Josh was happy with it once or twice a week, but I wanted it more often.
It was crazy how different we were when it came to sex, sometimes I had to push him into trying different positions because I was bored of being under him all the time.
I had been questioned a lot by Rachel, my best friend, on why I was wasting my time on Josh. She said I should be out having fun in the big bad world, but I was scared because I got so used to being with Josh.
He was my safety net, my security, my everything and I wasn't going to dump him over silly things like sex positions.
I loved him too much for that, so I learned to settle. I liked my life, it was simple and I was happy.
I had a good job at a store selling homemade candles and I had amazing friends.
I loved so many different bands and artists, so I was always at shows and on trips with the girls. I tried to socialise every weekend too because I loved having drinks with my friends and dancing.
I knew my confidence and sometimes my attitude, attracted both genders..I was a confident, happy girl.
I squeezed some shower gel on my hand and sighed, rubbing my aching muscles as I washed myself.
I needed a quick shower so Josh could shower too, and we both needed breakfast, so I had to be fast...yet as I stroked my breasts, I stopped.
That's odd, I thought to myself.
I frowned, rubbing it again. It was there. Firm, hard and sticking out like a sore thumb
It's nothing, I told myself. It's absolutely nothing.
I shook my head and grabbed the sponge to scrub my legs, getting rid of the thoughts that were in the back of my head.
It took me a few minutes to realise I was washing the same spot for a while now, and I was cut from my thoughts when Josh hammered on the bathroom door.
"I'm nearly done!" I yelled, my voice croaking as I tried to make myself sound normal
Normal.
I can do normal.
