Puppy Love

Part 8

Monday's classes were a stressful blur, leaving you at your kitchen table pondering life at seven o'clock in the evening. So much was happening so rapidly, and you grew worrisome that maybe things were moving too fast with Shawn. You'd only met him less than two weeks prior and gone on one date, yet you had no problem shoving your tongue down his perfect throat. You weren't one to give in so quickly, but he made it damn near impossible.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts, prompting you to scoop up Chloe and walk toward your small foyer. Your stomach twirled as you caught a glimpse of the black Jeep parked out front, so you immediately opened the door to be greeted by a very tall, very handsome Shawn.

"Hello gorgeous," he said smoothly, contemplating stepping into your house. You noticed he was holding a bouquet of daffodils in his right hand, his left occupied by Geoff's leash. A smile invaded your cheeks as you stepped aside, welcoming his presence.

"Hello yourself," you smiled, putting Chloe down and unclasping Geoff's collar.

"For you, m'lady," he said with a terrible British accent, appearing to almost genuflect in front of you as he thrusted the bouquet in your direction. You broke out into a fit of giggles, truly appreciating the effort. He was making it clear that he didn't do this often.

"You shouldn't have," you said between tiny gasps for air, taking the bouquet of yellow petals and giving it a sniff.

"Oh, but I should have," he said with a tilt of his head, boots finally kicked off, "you've been stressed, wouldn't even go on a date with me tonight."

"Ah, so you're just forcing it, then? Bringing me flowers and barging into my house?" you teased, pulling him into the kitchen.

"W-what, no, I hope I'm not bothering y-" he panicked.

"Shawn, shh, I was joking," you said as his worried eyes met your gaze. You pushed up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, "I'm happy you're here."

He brought a hand to his chest and released a sigh of relief, eyes crinkling with his smile.

"Thank God, you scared me," he laughed as you turned to the sink, snipping a bit off each stem so you could freshly put the flowers in a vase.

How could you be worried this was going too fast? He was in your kitchen, in all his gorgeous glory, and he'd brought you flowers. No one had ever done such a thing for you. He wanted this. You wanted this. Just let it happen.

"S'wrong?" he asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "Don't like daffodils?"

"No! No, Shawn, they're lovely," you smiled, drying your hands and turning to him, "It's just, no one else has ever done this for me before."

"Well everyone else is doing it wrong," he said, face just a few inches from yours. Your heart fluttered and began racing as your eyes raked over every pore on his beautiful face. His chestnut eyes were burning into yours, pupils dilated at the sight of you.

The dogs were rolling around on the carpet, nipping at each other's paws. Geoff let out an adorable, high-pitched wolf-howl, earning a giggle from Shawn.

"Dog's never gonna be trained," he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not if you keep skipping classes," you pointed out, tossing the stem clippings in the compost bin and filling the glass vase from under the sink with water.

"Won't be skipping any more, your fine ass keeps me motivated," he quipped as he moved to stand behind you, hands running up and down your sides over your loose t-shirt. Chills ran up your spine and goosebumps spread over your arms as you sharply inhaled to gain composure. His fingertips danced up your shoulders and swiftly moved your hair to one side, allowing him to press his lips to your neck. Unable to resist him, you tilted you read to one side, giving him better access to your soft skin as his lips began moving against your flesh. A choked moan escaped your lips as he pressed his hips against your ass, and you were positive you could feel a growing bulge through his skinny jeans. His fingers moved your collar out of the way so his teeth could nip at your shoulder, earning a whimper from you. If this escalated any further, you weren't sure if you'd be able to hold back.