Speak Now | Shawn Mendes

1.4

Shawn pulls out and his naked body collapses on my naked body. His face rests in the crook of my neck and I feel his heavy breathing as he tried to catch his breath. I try to catch mine as I run my hand through his hair. My fingernails lightly scratch at his scalp - something he likes. Oh, wow, I already know what he likes after sex. Shawn places a lazy kiss at the side of my neck and then rolls over onto his back.

"That's one way to get to know each other." Shawn says. He lets out a chuckle before placing his hands over his face, trying to wake himself from the tiring activity of sex. But then again, we did have about three rounds. "Or, three ways."

I grab the bed sheet and pull it back to lean down and pick up my underwear and Shawn's shirt. The time on the clock of the hotel room reads 10:15. Would Grace expect us back early?

"What time do you think Grace is gonna expect us?" I ask.
"Oh, I already took care of that." Shawn says.

I turn around and see Shawn rubbing his face as he sits up against the headboard. "What'd you do?"

"I called her and I said that you were showing me around your favorite late night spots." He says.

"Get dressed." I say as I walk over to his pants on the floor and toss them to him. He looks at the pants and then at me. I turn my back to him, remove his shirt, cross my arms over my chest as I toss the shirt to him, and walk over to where my bra was. I grab it and clasp it on and gather the rest of my clothes.

"Well? Get dressed!" I say as I put on my pants.
"Where are we gonna go anyways?" Shawn asks as he gets out of the bed and gets dressed.

"You told Grace that I was showing you around my favorite places." I say after slipping my shirt on. "And that's exactly what I'm going to do."

"Now come on, get dressed."

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"Geez," Shawn huffs, "how many more stairs?" He walks behind me and I make it to the landing and open the door for him. He towers over me as he shakes his head and walks inside the hallway.

"We couldn't just take the elevator?" Shawn asks as I close the door.

"No. It makes too much noise and also I don't trust it." I reply. "Now follow me."

I lead him down the hall and to a room that I had a spare key to. I unlock the door and open it. Shawn walks in and he lets out a small gasp.

"Wow." He says as he looks around the room. There was no need for me to turn on the light. Instead the moon shone through the windows and light from outside street lamps cast a small and warm glow in the room. I close the door and place my bag on the floor. "This place is big."

"It's mine." I say as I lean against one of the banisters. "All mine."

"How?" Shawn asks. He walks towards the big windows and places his hand at the glass as he looks outside.

"It was a gift from someone I once loved." I say.

"Olivier?" Shawn asks as he turns his head around. I nod my head and Shawn turns around to face me from across the room. "May I ask?"

"Go ahead."
"How did he die? I know that Grace mentioned he passed, but she told me it wasn't her story to tell."

I push my body off the banister and freely move my arms to the front of my body. My palms make a light clap and I take a seat on the floor. Shawn walks over and takes a seat besides me as we both look outside the window.

"Olivier was truly, and I firmly believe he always will be, the love of my life." I say. "He was a man of wisdom and truly never had an ounce of hatred in his body. He refused to let anything negative get to him. He always took hatred and turned it into constructive criticism on himself instead. I would have burned myself to ashes trying to grab the sun for him just to prove my theory that he shines brighter than it."