Some Unspoken Thing

November

Soft and gentle fingers dance up your bare back, winding into your hair and twirling a strand around it before working its way back down, gently stroking into the dip of your back. The covers have been pushed down to under your butt, and you can feel the sun shining through the window and warming your skin, the day clearly just beginning by the way the cool trade-winds blow through the open patio doors.

"Good morning baby." Shawn's rough voice comes from next to you.

You remain on your stomach and turn your head, looking at your boyfriend and smiling softly, whispering "Good morning baby."

He smiles at you, scooting closer so that you're skin to skin, and kisses the tip of your nose in greeting. You're both definitely still jet lagged, having only arrived in New Zealand two days ago. You've been spending most of it at the beach and hiking around, and thanks to Shawn, you've also spent just as much time in bed.

Just the thought of last night makes you aware of the delicious ache in your bones and muscles, and Shawn can tell you're thinking about it in the way that your cheeks flush and smile creeps higher up your face.

"You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world." He says, pushing the stray hair out of your face so he can look into your eyes and get lost. The moment is so sweet you can taste it on your tongue, and you burrow your head in his chest, nose brushing at the light dusting of chest hair.

"Why are you up so early?" You murmur.

He sighs. "Got a couple radio interviews."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

It's a question you shouldn't really ask - given the media frenzy that happened after your movie premiere last month. The photos of the two of you from the red carpet, the little clips from interviews you both did, and pictures of you both leaving the theater together - you're pretty sure Kennedy talked to you on the phone about it for an hour and a half. Gertler didn't say much according to Shawn, just shrugged and said "we'll deal with it when it actually becomes an issue."

"No baby, you stay here and sleep in, okay?" He says, kissing your forehead. "I'll be right back as soon as they're done though, then we can go out and have another adventure."

You can't deny that you want to go with him, but you know that going public with your relationship right now - when you're both trying to just work on your careers - may not be the best idea.

You just nod your head, and Shawn plants a kiss on the bridge of your nose, pulling you closer into his arms.

-

You feel like a bit of a hypocrite, listening in to Shawn's radio interview when he's never allowed to listen to yours. But you miss him, which sounds pathetic considering it's only been three hours, but it's true. You miss him and you want him here and hearing his voice while making breakfast in the hotel room kitchen is making it a little better.

The interviewers are different here - they're talking to Shawn like the adult he is and not some kid, and Shawn clearly appreciates it.

They segway into some game, something about asking Shawn questions interviewers normally never ask, and the very first question immediately grabs your attention.

"Shawn Mendes," the interviewer asks. "Your song 'Patience' is about a hook up with an older woman. What is the oldest lover you have had?"

Shawn laughs. "Uh...twenty...twenty si...twenty five."

Your heart stops a little. You're only three years older than Shawn, and by doing the math that does not make you twenty five.

"Oh wow," the interview responds. "How old were you at the time?"