Spark in the Dark

Chapter 20

"Do you want a drink? A beer or something?" Shawn asked and moved to turn a light on in the kitchen.

"That's fine. Uh, bathroom?"

"Upstairs. End of the hall."

"Thanks," Juice said and headed for the stairs.

Shawn pulled 2 beers out and opened them. She took a big swig of hers. Butterflies were in her stomach and she didn't know why. It wasn't like this was going to be her first time sleeping with Juice. She took a deep breath and tried to relax.

Juice finished up in the bathroom and was going to walk back down the hall, but the door to her bedroom was open and curiosity got the better of him. The decor was very feminine, which surprised Juice. Shawn wasn't really a girly girl. But it still looked nice, all done in white, silver, and lavender. The bed was straight ahead and made with a few pillows. There was a dresser on the opposite wall with a couple picture frames. Juice walked over to look. One photo looked like Shawn holding a baby, but when Juice picked it up he could tell it wasn't Shawn. It must be her mother, which meant the baby was probably Shawn.

"Knock, knock," Shawn said from the doorway, causing Juice to jump a bit.

"Shit, sorry," he said and put the picture frame back.

"It's fine," Shawn handed him his beer, which he took a mouthful of. "That's my mom."

"I figured. You guys could be twins."

"So I've been told," Shawn said with a smile and took another sip of her drink.

"How did she die? If you don't mind me asking."

"Her and Tig were on his bike. I was with my grandma. There was an accident and he laid his bike down and she slid into traffic."

"Jesus. How old were you?"

"One."

"I was three when my dad left," Juice admitted after a moment.

"I thought you never met him?"

"That's just what I tell people. It's easier that way. I don't remember much about him anyway." Shawn took his beer off of him and set both bottles down on the dresser. Then she pulled him over to her bed and they sat on the end.

"Why did you come to Charming?"

"I was hired by some people to hack some shit," Juice paused. He looked upset, so Shawn reach out and took his hand. Juice looked up at her and continued. "I got them the information they wanted and then I realized they weren't planning on paying me like they said. They were going to kill me. I knew too much and was a loose end. I left and didn't stop running until I met Jax. I trusted him enough to tell him and he offered me the club's protection. I think that's why it took so long for you to find out about me, actually. I was around for months before I heard about you. They wanted to make sure no one was coming for me. It wasn't safe for you to be around me."

"You think you're a danger to me?"

"Not now. You're safe with me now."

"I feel safe with you."

They both leaned in to kiss one another. Juice pulled away after a moment, but only long enough to pull her on top of him, just like he had the first time they kissed. Only this time, he knew no one would interupt them.

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"Definitely not boring," Juice said as they laid in bed together.

"Nope." Shawn cuddled into his side and kissed his chest. "When do you have to go?"

Juice checked the clock on her nightstand. "It's still early. You can have me another hour or two if you want me."

"I want you." Shawn sat up to look at him. "Do you want to shower with me?"

Juice raised his eyebrows and nodded eagerly. "Hell yes."

They got in the shower and fooled around more in between actually getting clean. They got out after awhile and were drying each other off, which led to them finishing what they started in the shower right there on the bathroom floor. Juice then carried Shawn back to bed and laid down with her, again.

"Now, I should probably go. They'll wonder if I'm gone all night."

"They won't care you were gone all day?"

"Anyone crashing at the clubhouse tonight is probably passed out by now. If I'm there in the morning, they'll forget all about it."

"Good thinking," Shawn said watched as Juice got dressed. She stood and grabbed her robe from the hook on her closet door. Juice eyed up her short, silk robe and smiled.

"Damn, you know how to make a guy regret leaving."

"I like to leave a lasting impression." She walked him to the backdoor and he kissed her goodbye. "Do me a favor? Close the garage door after you get the bike out? The code is 1508."

"Will do, babe. Call you when I can," Juice turned and started walking to the garage.

"Hey, wait!" Shawn called to him. She grabbed his black hoodie from the hook she had hung it on when she took it off and tossed it to him. Juice caught it and looked at it for a moment before tossing it back.

"Keep it. Looks better on you anyway."

"You sure?"

"I have like 5 more back at the clubhouse."

"Oh, I see," she said sarcastically, but smiled.

Juice took the few steps back to her and kissed her firmly. He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers.

"Bye," he said, a little breathless from their kiss.

"Bye."

Juice left and Shawn watched him go. She then carried his hoodie up to her room. She took off her robe and replaced it with his hoodie. It smelled just like him. Laying in her bed, Shawn fell asleep to his scent with a smile on her lips.