Chicken out.

Either you simply don't want to face what might be further down, or you feel guilty for snooping, but in any case you decide to shut down the phone and put it away. You can trust Jenna, right? You're sure nothing happened that you need to be concerned about.
Why is he still texting her then?
You squash the thought, and push the squirming, uneasy feelings in your stomach away as you hear the shower shut off. You drop her phone back where it was sitting, and busy yourself finding a pair of shorts and a polo.
Jenna emerges from the steamed up bathroom, scrubbing at her hair with a towel, and gives you a loving smile. "Morning baby." She gives you a peck as she passes by to her closet. "Did you sleep okay? I slept like a rock, thanks to you." Her chuckle is throaty and sensual.
"Yeah...I slept ok." You try to forget about the texts. It's not important.
"Well good, because there's still a bunch of things to get done before everyone gets here today. I need to hit the grocery store and get a ton of stuff. Would you come with me? I need a pair of big, strong hands to help me carry it all." She's pulling on a pair of lacy black boyshort panties, a matching bra, and a cream and orange sundress with knee-length floral patterned skirts. She's so beautiful.