You wake up when two arms around our waist pull you closer. You open your eyes to see the face of your beautiful boyfriend, sleeping soundly beside you with his protective hold of your petite frame. You shiver as you pull the cover higher to cover the two of you.
Shawn is always stubborn to sleep with the windows open. He says it's because he loves waking up to the cold morning breeze.
Secretively, he only does it so he then has a reason to snuggle up to you closer and keep you warm. He thinks you're adorable when you're cold and needy of his warmth. And he loves it when you need him.
You feel his hands pulling you closer as they go up your back under your canvas. You hum as they go up and down your spine soothingly. His hands are always warm.
You flip your leg over his waist as to get closer and Shawn stirs in his sleep. You smile lazily against the pillow as you watch his eyes fluttering. He sighs and you lift your hand to caress his cheek. You run your thumb down his cheek, to his stubble, and trace his lips carefully.
His eyes open softly and his gaze locks on yours. He grins at you adorably and watches your face as your eyes follow the hand on his face. It goes from his chin to the back of his curls and scratches softly, just the way he loves it. Shawn's eyes flutter and he moves his head to the dip of your neck as he hums appreciatively. His stubble tickles you slightly and you feel his breath going down your neck.
"Good Morning," he greets you, the vibrations of his voice traveling down your spine. His warm hands are still on your back under your tank top.
"Morning, handsome." You reply as he presses kisses into your neck. You lay there in the morning silence as his warm hands caresses you. You could stay here forever. As another breeze hits you, you shiver again.
"What's wrong, baby?" Shawn asks you when you squirm in his arms. He lifts his head from your neck and looks at you.
"It's so cold," You say with a pout. He leans in and bites your bottom lip and it bounces back as he releases it.
"C'mere," He says and lifts you to seat you with each leg around his waist. His hands go up your sides, to your legs and you smile down at him. He looks at you with that glint in his eyes.
"You're beautiful," He says. Your cheeks warm under his gaze, but you play it off with a smirk.
"Beautiful?" You ask him as you lower your body down to his, knowing fully well that your cleavage is now on full disposal for him. His eyes flickers from your face to your breasts and he gulps underneath you. His hands go from your thighs to your waist and he lowers you on his lap over the covers.
"Beautiful," He replies against your lips as he pecks them. You press your chest against his and grab onto his hair. He sits up with you on top of him.
"Gorgeous," He whispers as his lips travel from your lips and down your neck.
"Divine," His kisses gets sloppier and you squirm as he nibbles on the dip of your collar. "Sexy."
"Shawn," You breathe when he pulls away from you.
"What, baby?" He asks you amused. He flips you over and takes your hands over your head as he grins down at you. That sexy, sexy grin.
"Shawn, please."
Slowly, slowly he starts grinding his core into yours perfectly and you throw your head back against the pillow.
This is the way he likes you. Beneath him, panting at his mercy.
As you feel his hand traveling up your skin underneath your canvas, the door to your bedroom opens. Your eyes widen as you watch your ten year-old little sister standing there, mortified. She lets out a scream and bashes out of your room. Shawn stays frozen on top of you.
"Oh fu-- Millie!" You call out to her. You look up at your boyfriend, who is trying to conceal his laughter behind his hand. He still holds both your hands down with his other one.
"Shawn!" You scold him and you feel your cheeks turn crimson. He gets off of you and you release a frustrated sigh as you look for your shorts, discarded somewhere on the floor. Shawn stays on the bed and looks at you amused. You don't miss his smirk.
"You're a jerk," You say as you get dressed.
"Hey!" He says and sits up straighter in your bed. You roll your eyes but can't fight off the smile as you look at him. He only smirks,
"It's your fault, you know." He calls out as you open the door to your bedroom to look for your, probably traumatized little sister.
"You were the one begging for it!"
