Some Unspoken Thing

Epilogue

January 2018

Shawn lets a deep sigh out, the hot water coursing down his back and relaxing his muscles, ridding him of the cold he was feeling only minutes ago. He hangs his head, letting the steam and the heat fill his senses and trying to alleviate some of his stress.

His album is just about done, and he's been in New York for most of January meeting with executives and the label, trying to get most of it finalized. He's also in town for a performance that's set to air in April, a Grammy party you just got home from, and a few other meetings. It's mostly business, which he's fine with, but knowing that you're taking time off for awhile and he's not taking time off with you kind of makes him sad.

That's why he's thankful that you agreed to come with him to Jamaica next month, while the boys finish wrapping up the album, you'll be right there with him, helping him keep focused while enjoying time in a place that isn't freezing cold New York City or Toronto.

He's also been taking most of this month to get a jump start on moving in with you - he's keeping his place in Toronto and you've got your place in LA still, but NYC is where you both feel like it's home, so he's been working since New Years to make it home for both of you.

New Years Eve was spent curled up on his couch in Toronto, both of you sipping on mixed drinks, eating popcorn, and watching his New Year's Rockin' Eve performances. He remembers the way you lovingly made fun of his shirt and his hair, but also how you kept telling him how proud you were of him, and how much he appreciated your support.

He thinks that memory is going to be carved into his brain forever - the way your smile made your eyes crinkle when you laughed, the way your body warmed his right up as you snuggled together under a throw blanket, how your socked toes brushed against his leg, the way your fingers danced up his arm - he felt like his heart was going to burst with how much he loves you.

Shawn shuts the water off, grabbing a towel and drying his body before wrapping it around his waist, padding back into your room. You're already asleep, been sleeping since you both got home from the Grammy Party. He knew that you were tired from the adrenaline from the entire festivities, and not to mention the anxiety and nerves that had wracked through you given the fact that while attending the party, you'd also both made your relationship public.

It was technically a happy accident. You and Shawn were posing for photos, similar to the way you did at your movie premiere, and of course people were yelling things at you, telling you guys which way to look and to smile and act like you were in love - which you were - and then people were yelling at you to kiss.

So Shawn kissed you.

The screams that followed were deafening, and Shawn could tell by the way your heart pounded in your chest and against his skin that he took you by surprise, but the smile you gave him, the laugh that sounded out of your lips - he knew that was your way of telling him it was okay, telling him that you were completely okay with what just happened.

He climbs into bed, pulling you tight against his body and burying his nose in your hair, smelling your shampoo from the shower you took five minutes after you guys got home. He slings an arm around your waist, fingers rubbing gently at your stomach.

"I love you." He murmurs.

You can hear him in your sleepy state, reply with "I love you too," before lacing your fingers through his, resting them against your stomach and both of you falling into a relaxed slumber.

February 2018

Shawn, you, and his team landed in Kingston Jamaica about a week ago, here to escape the freezing winters of the east coast and for Shawn to finish his third album. He's been cooped up in the villa for a little while today, recording and trying to get out exactly what he's feeling before he loses it - loses the words and the wherewithal to put his heart out there.