Puppy Love

Part 17**

Shawn's fidgety hands fumbled with his keys as he battled with the lock, eager to get inside while you kissed at his shoulder. He twisted the knob with a sigh of relief, grabbing you by the hips and walking you backwards into his condo, his breath hot on your lips. Your stomach jumped.

"Fucking finally," he chuckled, pressing his lips to yours briefly before the dogs were jumping at your legs. You guessed your hormones would have to wait.

"I'll take 'em out," you sighed, palming the bulge in Shawn's jeans as he released a frustrated groan.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, you had them all day," you nodded, combing through your hair with your fingers as you peered around for their leashes. They hung from two hooks on the wall by the door. "I won't be long," you spoke softly, pulling Shawn's face toward yours from the back of his head.

"Better not be," he smiled against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip sneakily.

You shook your head with a childish grin plastered on your face, trying to keep the dogs calm as you made your way to the elevator. Time seemed to move slower than usual as you let them pee on the lawn outside the complex, doing your best to hurry them along. A very beautiful man was waiting upstairs.

You nerves got the best of you, though, because before you knew it, your heeled-foot was anxiously tapping the marble floor of the elevator as it approached level eight.

"Come on, guys," you gave the dogs a gentle tug, guiding them back to the apartment before collecting yourself with a deep breath, forcing your nerves to go on standby.

Carefully, you reached out for the silver handle. hurrying inside and unclasping the pets, only noticing that tea candles were scattered throughout the entire living space once you'd taken your shoes off.

"Oh my god," you whispered under your breath, your eyes scanning the dim room as a smile crept up your cheeks. He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted it to be perfect.

"S'this too cheesy?" a voice called from the doorway to the bedroom, your grin only widening as Shawn took a few strides toward you, pulling you into his arms.

"Baby," you hummed as he released you and held your face in his hands, "it's perfect."

Words can't describe the joy you felt when the widest grin you'd ever seen crept up his cheeks. He was radiating happiness, overjoyed to be with you and only you. You longed for his touch.

You pushed up on your tiptoes and pulled him down by the collar, messily pressing your lips onto his. His hands left your face and slid down your sides, tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you into him.

"Mm," he hummed, kissing you softly, "fucking love you," he continued into your mouth. You didn't respond, only kissed him harder as he couldn't contain his smile against your lips.

The roughness of the kiss melted into something softer as Shawn's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. His lips worked slowly and hungrily against yours, his fingers doing most of the exploring as he twisted them in your hair and toyed with the seam of your dress and traced circles on your sides. It was like he was afraid you might break.

He inhaled shakily as your palms slid up his chest, gripping his firm shoulders tightly as his touch almost had you feeling lightheaded. Carefully, he applied pressure to your waist, beginning to walk you backwards toward his bedroom. You felt nervous, but oddly at peace. Your love for him was exponentially growing and neither of you could believe that you hadn't really had sex yet. It was time. Time to feel closer to him.

Of course, his room was also filled with fucking candles. Smooth, Mendes.

"Shawn," you muttered as his lips pressed against yours once more before retreating to your neck, where he began massaging your skin with his tongue, "this is beautiful. You didn't have to do this."