Puppy Love

Part 16

"I'll pick you up at eight," Shawn's words echoed in your mind as your eyes raked over the contents of your closet, torn on what you'd be wearing to his performance.

You'd packed a little bag, knowing you'd be heading back to Shawn's afterward. The dogs were staying at his place, too, so you wouldn't have to worry about coming home before going over later.

A little black dress caught your eye, causing you to pull it from the hanger and lay it out on your bed. This wasn't really a formal event, but the headliner was, after all, your boyfriend. Your beautiful boyfriend. Your beautiful, talented boyfriend that you hoped to reward with sexual favours later in the evening.

Your ringtone flooded your ears as your phone began to buzz, Shawn's face displayed on the screen.

"Hey baby," you answered with a grin, heading back into the closet in search of a pair of shoes.

"Hi," he spoke softly, his smile evident in his voice.

"What's up?" you asked, crossing your arms as the phone rested between your head and your shoulder.

"Nervous," he spoke, "Need you to distract me."

"I can do that," you nodded, sitting down on your bed. "How can I help?"

"Hmm," he hummed, "I mean, you could tell me what you're wearing right now."

You could practically see the smirk stretched across his lips.

"Shawn," you shook your head with a grin, "Can't you save all that energy for later?"

"I could, but I wanna know now," he pouted over the phone, pulling a giggle from your throat.

"If you must know," you laughed, "I was just picking my outfit, so I'm in one of your t-shirts."

"What else?" he asked eagerly.

"Just underwear," you smiled, crossing your legs on the duvet cover.

"Mm," he spoke, "Which ones?"

"The purple cheeky ones you like," you grinned, chewing on your nail.

"Christ," he muttered under his breath. "Can I just head over now?" he asked eagerly.

"Shawn, I thought you were rehearsing," you giggled.

"No, uh, I think I'm ready."

"You said you were nervous."

"You're not helping," he spoke.

"Babe, later. Not now. You're gonna kill it. But I've really gotta get ready," you said.

"Okay, see you soon," he reluctantly agreed, hanging up the phone and leaving you to your makeup routine.

A knock at the door startled you as you looked at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything was in place and looked nice. Your hair hung in loose waves and your makeup was minimal but enough for a night out, and your dress hugged your curves in all the right places. You hurried down the stairs, heels clicking on the floor as you took a few strides to your front door.

"Hey ba-" Shawn began to speak, but fell silent as he took in the sight of you. Without a word, he stepped through the doorway and clasped your face in his hands, pulling you in for a kiss.

You kissed him softly, placing your hands on his chest as you pulled away with a grin.

"Hello yourself," you looked up at him through mascara-coated lashes, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his wet lips.

"Nope, not done with you yet," he mumbled, pulling you back toward him by your hips and pressing his lips against yours.

"Shawn," you muttered with a giggle against his lips.