The One After [SHAWN MENDES]

Chapter 11

As the credits rolled, Shawn raised his arms over his head and stretched, revealing part of his very toned stomach to me. "That was a good movie," he said.

"I think so, too, but Pretty Woman is better."

He nodded. "A hundred percent."

As I contemplated moving closer, he took my hand in his and tugged me towards him. Then he leaned in and kissed me softly. "Is this okay?" he asked.

I nodded and pulled him back for another kiss. This one steadily grew more passionate, and when I opened my lips slightly, his tongue slipped into my mouth.

So many people dismiss kissing as just an appetizer before the main course, but I found the intimacy of it thrilling. There's something sexy about having your face so close to the other person's that you're literally breathing in and out the same air. I also loved how each individual has their own technique. Some people are wet sloppy kissers, which wasn't my thing but I didn't hate it. There are also light kissers, those who use their tongues more than their lips, and the ones who go for your whole face. Others make love to you with their mouth while employing a variety of moves and sensations, which was Shawn's style. It definitely hinted that he'd be a generous and conscientious lover.

We remained on the couch making out for god knows how long, and eventually he was on top of me. Each swivel of his slim hips caused a delightful friction between my legs, and I was close to spontaneously combusting. I longed to touch what I'd only felt though his clothing, and I wanted his hands to explore my bare body, too.

"Should we move to the bedroom?" he asked, his voice raspy. We both knew we were headed in this direction, so the question was rhetorical.

We got up and I stopped myself from giggling when he tried to adjust his erection so that it wasn't so glaringly obvious.

I was surprised when he stopped in the kitchen and pulled a tablet out of a drawer. He set it on the counter next to a stylus. "Do you mind signing this?"

I approached him and looked at the document on the screen which stated exactly what it was in bold letters across the top. "You want me to sign an NDA?" I asked.

He ran a hand through his hair. "I do this to protect myself, because unfortunately there are people out there who will sell intimate information about celebrities."

"I'd never," I said, horrified that he was suggesting I might treat him that way. It was one thing to sign something at his party, but this wasn't the same.

"It's nothing personal, Lucy. I don't like asking you to do it, since this isn't the same as some random hook up, but I take my privacy pretty seriously."

I'd read about this sort of thing, so it wasn't that I didn't understand his reasoning. It just hurt to know that he didn't trust me. I wasn't going to walk away over it, though. Picking up the stylus, I printed my full name, signed under it, and added the date. He then hit the submit button at the bottom, and I wondered if it went straight to his lawyer to file away with all the others.

"Thanks," he said apologetically.

Needless to say, the mood had shifted from sexy to uncomfortable, but I was hopeful that we'd pick back up where we left off once we got going again. He took me by the hand and led me past his upright piano to his bedroom. I could tell he'd hastily straightened the bed at some point, but the duvet was askew and all the pillows except one were on the floor. Not that I cared.

Shawn pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply as butterflies took flight in my tummy. Then he stepped back and removed his clothing except for his briefs.