Charlotte’s single bed is way too narrow for Shawn’s tall frame and he is almost pressed against the wall, Charlie’s back flush against his chest. He has his arm slung over her middle and he blinks slowly, waking up.
For a second he is confused by the obviously girly decorated dorm room, before quickly remembering the happenings of last night.
He raises his head from the pillow, scanning Charlotte’s familiar dorm. There are fairy lights over the bed on the opposite side of the room and an artsy tapestry on the wall and his heart starts to race in his chest as soon as he realizes that there is the possibility of Charlie’s roommate, Meghan, being in the room. But the other bed is empty and Shawn sighs in relief, laying down again.
He brushes his nose over Charlotte’s jaw and neck, peppering her with little kisses before gazing at her in adoration.
So beautiful.
He could look at her forever. Plump lips slightly parted, she is laying on her side, peacefully asleep. Her long hair is messy and her cheeks are rosy and Shawn can’t help himself to think about how perfect she’d be looking, waking up the morning after their first time. He is almost embarrassed at having those thoughts about her, considering that she looked so pure lying there next to him.
He gently pushes her hair from her shoulder, just to kiss the free spot on her neck and she lets out a little sigh, shifting even closer to him. She starts to slowly grind against him and Shawn has to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning.
He is hard.
And the way Charlotte is now pressing her butt against his crotch isn’t making things better.
“Fuck,” he mumbles slightly desperate, shifting around on the mattress, tugging at his tight black boxer shorts.
Charlotte slowly turns around to him, nuzzling her face into his naked chest, wrapping a long leg around his thigh.
Well… okay, then.
He is aching by now, feeling her this close and she starts to slowly rub herself against him. Shawn’s eyes widen, realizing that he apparently isn’t the only one being very turned on.
Charlotte’s eyes flutter open and she sleepily looks at Shawn, giving him that smile that makes her dimples appear.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, cuddling up to him.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Shawn replies in his raspy morning voice, smiling at her. She covers her face with one arm, letting out a little groan. “I must be looking awful,” she mumbles. “My eyes are probably all puffy from crying.”
Shawn gently kisses her neck, making her let her arm drop to her side. “No, you look beautiful in the morning. Let me have a closer look,” he replies, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand and Charlotte blushes, placing her hand over his. “Yep, beautiful,” he replies with a little nod.
She scrunches her nose. “I need to use the bathroom,” she says, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Be right back.”
She reluctantly pushes the covers aside, getting out of bed.
She looks at her reflection in the mirror, after flushing the toilet. Her eyes are not as puffy as she thought but she is still trying to fix her bed head a little, taming her long locks. She also brushes her teeth to get rid of her morning breath and washes her face. Putting the wash cloth away, she adjusts her tank top, checking her reflection one more time in the mirror before getting back into the bedroom.
