Puppy Love

Part 6

You spent all of Saturday stressfully cleaning the house, desperately trying to get your mind off of how nervous you were for your date with Shawn. He insisted on picking you up at seven and leaving both dogs at your place.

"They're gonna need to get to know each other sooner or later," he'd said over the phone, earning a giggle from you. He was so optimistic that this was going to work out, making it clear that he was going to be in this for the long run. It made your heart skip beats.

You blasted Ed Sheeran's Multiply in its entirety as you got ready, curling the ends of your hair and opting for minimal makeup. Shawn had told you to dress casually, so you slipped into your favourite dark-wash jeans and a nice blouse, taking advantage of the warm-spell encapsulating the city. It wasn't long before the sun began to set, causing the nerves to grow a little more intensely in your stomach as the clock neared seven.

You spritzed yourself with your favourite perfume before heading downstairs to make sure Chloe'd eaten her bowl of kibble. With a few minutes to spare, you took her outside for one last pee before heading out for the evening.

You were a few houses down the street when the black Jeep pulled up beside you, Shawn hanging his head out the window. A toothy smile stretched across his cheeks as he pushed his square sunglasses on top of his head.

"S'cuse me, Miss, I was wondering if you could give me directions to that house over there?" he spoke, pointing just up the road to your front door. "I have a hot date."

A flush rose in your cheeks as you kept walking, Shawn slowly driving along with you.

"And who might you be?" you teased as he beckoned you closer, reaching to hold your hand as he rolled at your pace.

"The luckiest guy in the world," he smiled, squeezing your hand through the empty window frame. You giggled, giddy with excitement.

"Well, in that case, you can get to that house by stopping in front of it, getting out, and giving me a kiss," you smiled, letting go of his hand so he could pull over.

You waited at your front door as he got Geoff from the back seat, also retrieving a tote bag. He was wearing his classic black skinny jeans with a pair of black boots, accompanied by a tight beige long-sleeve shirt with a knit sweater over it. You raised an eyebrow as he ascended the steps, causing his gaze to divert to what was in his hand.

"What?" he tilted his head with a laugh, "I'm a dog dad!"

You opened the front door and pulled him inside, unclasping Chloe from her leash so she could give Geoff a sniff. Grabbing the bag from Shawn, you took it into the kitchen and pulled out Geoff's kibble, quickly pouring some into a little bowl so she could eat. Shawn was hot on your heels, standing ridiculously close to you at the kitchen island.

"What is it?" you questioned, practically feeling his breath on your neck.

"Don't I owe you a kiss?" he asked, brushing his left hand over your lower back and pulling you to face him. A smile erupted across your cheeks as his musky scent filled your nose. You gave him an excited nod, causing his hands to find your jaw and pull your face to meet his. His lips were soft on yours, gentle and applying little pressure. He was taking things slowly—almost too slowly. Your hands came up to his chest, feeling his hard body with your palms as you inhaled through your nose, pushing your lips harder into his. You felt his teeth against you as he smiled, soon giving in to your hungry lips and opening his mouth to welcome your tongue. Before things could get too heated, you were interrupted by your dog jumping up at your knees, tiny barks filling your ears. You pulled away from Shawn and rested your head on his chest, looking down at your angry puppy.