Badass s.m.

Now: Part 13

"To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved."
- George MacDonald

"Babe. Really? We've only kissed once."
"I don't care. I want you. I want you to kiss me and hold me. Please Shawn." I grab his hand and squeeze gently, and he interlocks our fingers and starts driving back to my house. When we pull into the driveway, he lets go of my hand and gets out, then comes to my side and opens the door for me. Shawn helps me out of the car and wraps his arms around my waist so he's holding me steady. We shakily make our way inside and Shawn shuts the door behind us. Now I'm pressed against his body. My arms are wrapped loosely around his neck and his hands are resting on my hips. Shawn nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck, and I feel his hot breath fan over my skin.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers and looks up at me. He presses his lips against mine softly at first, then as his tongue slides into my mouth, his grip becomes a little tighter and his kiss becomes a little more intense. My hand slides down his chest slowly then under his shirt. Shawn breaks away for a moment and places his hands at the hem of his shirt. He lifts slowly, like if he went any faster, he might burst into flames.
When his shirt is finally on the floor, he pulls me back against him and his hands travel from my waist to up and under my shirt, and within seconds, my shirt is on top of his. Shawn carries me over to the couch and lays me down gently. I pull him down with me quickly, needing his lips on mine. Our make out session is heated and all I want is to have all of him. My hands make their way to the hem of his jeans when suddenly, Shawn pulls away.
"Mia, no. I can't do this to you. I'm not taking advantage of you. You're drunk."
"Just barely. I promise I've sobered up. Just come here. Please?" I say with a small, childlike pout forming.
"Michelle, baby, you know I want you. You know your body makes me crazy and you know this is not easy for me. You're not ready. I know you think you want to, but all you would do is leave me after. I promise this is not the right time."
"So when is the right time?" I ask, crossing my arms across my chest.
"When you look at me and your heart swells and you know with every piece of you that you trust me, we can make love. It just can't be 'just sex.'"
"Okay. So what do we do until that happens?"
"I take you upstairs, and I let you get comfortable in bed, and I'll lay with you until you fall asleep. Then I'll move over to the floor."
"Shawn. You can sleep in my bed. I need you with me."
"Tell you what. If something happens and you need me to hold you, I will. C'mon pretty girl."
Well I wrote. So that's a thing. Also, I really like this chapter. It was one of the chapters that just came to me so easily and I didn't have to even think about it. Yay. All the love. -K