Desire | Shawn Mendes

TWENTY

Song of the Chapter: Sloom - Of Monsters And Men

"So make all your last demands / For I will forsake you. / And meet your eyes / For the very first time, / For the very last."

- x -

How?

How did I let him coax me into doing a photo shoot? Was it when he crept into my bedroom at two in the morning when I was awake, nervous about the thought of behind in front of the camera rather than behind it? Did he coax me when he had slithered into the bed under the covers with me and he tucked my hair behind my ears as he said he knew I would do great? Or was it when he leaned in to try and kiss me?

"I just don't think I should do it." I whisper to him.
"Well I think you should." Shawn whispers.

"Why?"
"Because you capture beautifully."

I had let myself be convinced by his words while he touched my skin with his skin in a sensual manner.

"But I'm not a model."
"No, you're better than one."

Or was I convinced when he tried to kiss me and I called him out?

"Why do you keep trying to kiss me?" I ask him. He looks at my lips as he places a finger under my bottom lip.

"The same reason you always try to let me."

Simone had the beach closed down for the day, much to the dismay of those wanting to visit. She also realized that she wanted a new shooting location - a house directly on the beach. She asked a vacationing couple if they would mind leaving for the day in the city, completely paid for by her. The family obliged and now, here Shawn and I are at eight in the morning, being told the motive of the shoot and getting test shots done.

I'm in a white robe on the beach. The sun shines down on my skin as it warms me while the ocean breeze whips through me. My toe nails are being painted red, just like my finger nails were, and I sat back in the chair while eating breakfast.

"Are you nervous?" Simone asks me as she came into my tent.

"Very." I say. "I'm not a model."

"Of course you're not. You're a woman. The modern woman." She tells me. "And I'm fifteen minutes, the modern woman is going to join her modern man for a romantic stroll on the beach."

She smiles at me before exiting the tent. As she exits, in walks Shawn in his robe. It revealed some of his bare chest and I saw the light chest hairs that I used to dance a finger against after sex.

"Doesn't someone look stunning." He comments at the big curlers I have in my hair. They're held together by a pink hair net and a white silk scarf.

"Why are you here?" I ask him.

"Because I came to bother you." He replies. "That and I wanted to steal a piece of pineapple."

He reaches into my bowl of fruit and picks the pineapple with his bare fingers. I watch him pop the cut fruit into his mouth and then suck in his fingers as he tasted the juice. "Sweet." Shawn says as he looks directly in my eyes.