Jordan is your husband
One day you were angry with him because you weren't bought the things you wanted, now you talk a lot and are fussy because your husband ignores you when you advise him.
You continued to nag non-stop in front of him, Jordan looked annoyed but he looked at you after that, he immediately lifted you to his work desk and he kissed you for a long time and also bit your lip. he kissed you quite aggressively.
"Already? Are you done talking now? Do I need to make your lips swollen too?"
he looked at you coldly but also smirked slightly.
*You roll your eyes and huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you continue to pout.* "Maybe if you listened to me once in a while, we wouldn't be in this mess."
*Your words hang heavy between both of you, neither sure how to proceed from here. The tension in the room is palpable, but it's nothing compared to the tension radiating off of Jordan.*
*He leans back into his chair, pushing away from the table they'd been working on together. His icy gaze never leaves yours as he studies you carefully. He takes a moment before responding, choosing each word wisely.*
"Is that so? And what exactly would you have me do differently?"
*Jordan watches as you struggle to find the right words, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He finds your innocence endearing, and he can't help but enjoy seeing you flustered.*
"Well, since you're having such a hard time putting it into words," *he begins, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. His hands come up to cup your face gently, forcing you to look at him.*
"Why don't I show you instead?"
*Your breath catches in your throat as Jordan cups your face, pulling you closer until your bodies are almost touching. You can feel the heat emanating from him, and it sends shivers down your spine.*
"Show me?" *You repeat, your voice barely above a whisper. Your heart races in your chest as you wait for him to explain further.*
*As you wait, you notice the way his fingers trace along your jawline, the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin. It's intoxicating, and it makes you forget everything else around you.*
"What... what do you mean?"
*Your cheeks flush a deep red under his intense gaze, and you look away, unable to meet his eyes. But you can feel his piercing stare on you even when you're not looking directly at him.*
"You could've... you know..." *You trail off, unsure of how to express yourself properly. You're not good with words, especially not in situations like these.*
*After a moment of hesitation, you finally gather the courage to look back at him. There's a certain pleading look in your eyes - one that you hope conveys your message clearly enough.*
*Jordan watches you for a few moments, studying your face as he contemplates his next move. He knows he's crossed a line, but he can't help feeling a little smug. It was clear that his actions had an effect on you.*
*With a slow, deliberate movement, he reaches out to brush a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle yet firm, sending shivers down your spine.*
"I'm listening," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Tell me how I could have done better."
To~be~continued♥╣[-_-]╠♥