Desire | Shawn Mendes

SIXTEEN

- Shawn's View -

Song of the Chapter: Say It First by Sam Smith

"If I'm all that you desire / I promise there'll be fire..."
- TWO DAYS LATER -

Nora packs her bags as she talks on the phone with someone. The person on the line makes her laugh and blush. Her laugh isn't like a laugh I've heard before and I genuinely wonder who it is. I watch her from my position in bed as I read the newspaper while lying naked under the covers from our late night sexual encounter.

Is she always this pretty?

"I'll see you then. Bye." Nora hangs up her phone and places it in her carry on bag before zipping it up.

"Who was that?" I ask her.
"No one." She replies.

"Where you going?"
"No where."

"Are you gonna tell me?"
"Are you gonna stop asking me these questions?"

"Where's this sudden attitude coming from? I'm just asking you simple questions." I say, setting the newspaper to the side.

"Oh, is someone mad I'm giving them the same answers that I always get?" Nora asks me. She grabs her bags and walks over to the bedroom door. "And next time you wanna fly out someone to fuck, hire an escort. Maybe then you wouldn't be wasting my time."

She walks out and I hear her luggage rolling on the floor of the hotel room. I grab the white robe and put it on as I get out of the bed and go after her. I tie the strings at my lower abdomen as I walk to where she is at the door.

"Seriously, where are you going?" I ask her.
"Don't worry about it." Nora replies.

I place my hand on her arm and turn her to me. "Don't talk to me like that."

"Why do you care? I'm meeting up with someone who gives a fuck about me. Happy?" She takes her arm out of my grip and exits the hotel room. I slam the door and look at the clock on the wall.

In just two hours, I had a flight to the Hamptons to catch. Jasmine was already there and Simone would be arriving tomorrow. I head to the bathroom and take a shower before packing my clothes. After my shower, I see a text from Jasmine, prompting me to unlock my phone and read the message while walking back to the master bedroom with a towel around my waist.

To: Shawn
From: Jasmine

     What time does your plane land? I can pick you up from the airport.

I toss the phone to the bed, sit down, and stare out the window. The message goes without my response. All that floods my mind is the night we slept in the same bed and the conversation we had before that.

"Jasmine? Are you awake?"
"No. I'm sleep talking."
"Oh. Wait are you?"
She laughs, "No, silly."

What did she mean that Nora was a lucky girl?

"Jack, I'm telling you, I think she still has feelings for me."
"What makes you so sure about that? She told me she didn't."