When we woke up my head was on Shawn's lap and one of his warm hands was on my shoulder. He was still sleeping but the sun had aroused me. I sat up slowly. Scooting closer, i curved my body so that my face aligned with his. And I lightly kissed him.
He sniffed and blinked his eyes as I brought my mouth away from his. He leaned towards me and kissed me back delicately.
Smiling, we both shied away from each other. I stretched, moving away from him a little, and both of us cracked our neck. Shawn yawned and it was adorable.
He brought our lips together again. Soon his tongue found my lips and I parted them. His hands grabbed at my waist and pulled me over top of him. My leg bumped into the car door as his hands asked me to straddle him. "Sorry," he muttered through my lips. I put my hand over his mouth, shaking my head and giggling, "It's fine."
He brought his legs off the chair in front of him, his hands slipping up my shirt. I gasped, locking my lips with his. I could feel him beneath me and I knew neither of us wanted to go any further. Yet we couldn't help it. His fingers made their way under my short seams again and I moaned. "Shawn, we-" I tried to whisper, but was stopped as his lips clasped my neck and stayed their a while. There was a movement that seemed frozen. I focused on our breathing, which was slightly heavy and his was that husky, masculine morning-voice. I was going to have a hickey, but I didn't care. His lips brushed up my neck until they collided with mine again and he twisted my body to lay on the backseat. Towering over me, he smirked, "Good morning beautiful."
"Good morning, baby," I replied, equally flirty. Shawn but his lip and bent his head down, kissing my lip. Our tongues danced for a while then our lips again. When I was out of breath, I pulled away. Shawn fingered my skin beneath the buckle of my shorts and I couldn't help but gasp. His fingers crept a little deeper and my back arched with my gasp.
In that moment I knew we couldn't go any further.
Shawn's POV:
Her skin was delicious for taste and touch. I couldn't get enough, but I knew if we went further I would hurt her, be using her, not loving her.
I reluctantly moved my hand towards her hip and gave her a tender kiss.
"Let's go, we have a lot that we could see," i prompted us to leave, trying to resist the temptation to explore more of her.
I put the passenger seat back up and we unzipped our bags, pulling out a change of clothes. She quickly slipped in and out of a new shirt. And so did I. She was hesitant to change shorts and stuff, so I told her, "Look you change and I'll turn around."
So I did and I actually wasn't even curious. I wanted to wait for her, and if she wasn't ready to show me it wasn't something I wanted to see.
As soon as she said, " okay," I turned around and she climbed into the front seat, promising, "I'm not looking."
She started texting and I slipped out of my pants and boxers into clean ones.
"What's Julie saying about our trip?" I asked her as I kissed her cheek, leaning into my seat. I had peeked at her text and she tilted her phone away. "Nothing," she taunted, "but she approves and hopes I'll have fun."
"You better," I mused. "What to do about breakfast..." I wondered aloud.
"IHOP!!!" she got excited.
"Sure thing."
Cinnistacks filled our stomachs, and she insisted we wash it down with water.
Over the course of the next few days we explored malls in the mornings, parks and restaurants in the afternoon, and the beeches in the evening. But mostly, we drove on scenic routes, enjoying the sights of the coast of California.
We took lots of pictures and shared many kisses. There is no place either of us would have rather been, no one we would rather be with. It was beautiful. After 3 days we had to b-line back to the Carpenter's house to return Athalia so Aaron and his parents wouldn't worry about her or suspect me of anything wrong with her. I only wanted her to be happy.
These had been the best days of my life and, though she and I were kinda tired from the trip, we retuned restless after the bit of spontaneous adventure we had just had.
Athalia's POV:
I led him back into the house, strong enough to carry my own stuff. While he collapsed in the couch, I ran to my room, unloaded my stuff, and ran to my bathroom.
I had needed to pee so frickin bad for the past 6 hours but Shawn didn't wanna stop so I had held it in. As I was washing my hands and notice the weight scale in the corner. I shook my hands and wiped them on the towel, all the while staring at the scale.
I pulled it out into the open and stood on it. The zeros flashed up on the screen slowly. I started getting anxious then the zeros stopped and the number appeared.
97.1 pounds.
I freaked at first, staring into the mirror worried to death I would look fat. 9 pounds was incredible. But no, there I stood with a thigh gap and when i lifted my shirt my tummy was still flat. My bones didn't show as much anymore, and my cheeks weren't hollowed out. My collar bone was still pronounced.
Unlike what Shawn thought, I had started the trip out at 88 pounds, the "perfect" weight. But really i was just a walking, talking stick figure.
I ran out of the bathroom to Shawn. "Does my butt look bigger?!?" I freaked. Smirking, he said, "yeeeeeeeeeah. And I like it. Bring it over here."
I sauntered over and plopped down beside him. "Thanks to you, now I weigh 97 pounds," I tried to make it sound like a bad thing and a lot within me believed it was, but the happy parts of me and the part of me i had given to Shawn were satisfied with that.
