Roommates | Shawn Mendes | AU

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Shawn's POV.:

She closes the door and sits down on the bed, starting her homework. I do the same. It doesn't take long until I'm distracted. Distracted by her. I'm watching her. Studying her. Her face her body, everything. She attracts me in a way no one else ever did before. But that's all I'll ever be. Attracted to her. Because I don't fall. I can't fall. I won't fall in love. 

Skylar's POV.:

He is looking at me. Staring. Burning holes into my body. I don't react, I want to but I don't. Then I do. I look at him and he is already staring. His hair. I wanna play with it. His eyes, I want to stare at them until my eyes begin to water. His arms. I wanna hold them while he pleases me. I think I'm falling hard. I don't think. I know. I'm falling but nobody is there to catch me. To stop me from falling. For him.

He is fire, and I am burning. He is water, and I am floating. He is death and I am dying.

"Skylar" he whispers. I hum in response, because my name never sounded this good. I am at a loss for words because now he is touching me. My arm. His touch is fire and I am burning. My skin is on fire. My clothes are on fire. Everything is on fire. And it feels like there's no drop of water left in this world. He sits up on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. He stretches his arms out for me. He pulls me onto his lap, I'm straddling him now. He looks at me. It's painful. I'm hurting because I know he'll never feel the way like I do.

He caresses my cheek. He sets me on fire. Again and again. I am burning. Crumbling down right in front of him. I am burning until there's nothing left of me. Until there's only ash.

My heart is beating out of my chest. What is he doing to me. His face comes closer. Closer. Closer. His plump lips brush against mine. He is teasing me. He doesn't kiss me. He kisses the corner of my lips, but not my lips. I get a hold of his shoulders and look at him. His eyes are darker, filled with lust. I finally lean in and kiss him. Our tongues are fighting for dominance, he wins. He always would. His hands are roaming my body. They're everywhere. He lifts his hips, making me feel his bulge. I moan into his mouth, I feel him smile. He is proud. Proud of himself. He knows that I can't resist him. I tug on his shirt and he lifts his arms. The second I take off his shirt I toss it to the ground. He does the same with mine. He pushes me onto the bed and then hovers over me. He's now fiddling with the buttons of my jeans, he is in such a rush he can't even open it. I laugh at him, and he smiles. I pull down my jeans and throw them onto the other pile of clothes. I am now in my underwear. I trace my fingers over his abs. He tenses under my touch. He leans down and pecks my lips. He starts trailing kisses from my jaw, down to my throat making me suck in a breath. He is sucking on my skin leaving, marks. I'd have to cover them up.
That's the only thing he want's from me. That's the only thing he'll ever want from me. Nothing more, nothing less.
I fell for him. And that was a mistake. A beautiful mistake. A painful mistake. But I am not going to give him up. Not that easily.
I already knew
      That
          I
      Was
  Going to
     Love
      him
       To
     Ruins.

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Hello, so I got a little inspired by Colleen Hoover and Michelle Hodkin. I really hope you liked this part because I kinda do. Don't forget to vote and comment babes. -Elli 🌸