Summer for Suckers

4.)

You step out of the shower, towel drying your hair as you walk into your room, clad in white lace cheeksters and an oversized worn shirt, sans bra, legs freshly shaven and lotioned up.

You feel like a million bucks and you're only going to bed, but it makes you feel satisfied, and a little self care never hurt anyone.

Dinner with Shawn and Gabe was nice - both of them warning you that tomorrow night they'd be throwing a barbecue party of sorts and that Jacob and their friends Mat and Cody would be coming over - but they both teamed up and made a nice meal, and Gabe, now being twenty one, even bought you your own bottle of Moscato, which you drank half of at dinner, and you were looking forward to drinking the other half right...now.

Hanging your towel on the hook behind your door, you shut it, grabbing the bottle from your vanity and take a long sip, the strawberry taste soothing to your tongue as you collapse against your headboard, rubbing your legs together and appreciating the silkiness of your skin.

As the alcohol clouds your mind, all you can think about it Shawn.

You're starting to open up to the idea of being with him - now that he's older, muscular, more mature and not the annoying brace-face dweeb he was a few years ago - you're starting to realize how much you're undeniably attracted to him, and it makes you nervous.

You thought you'd feel guilty about kissing Shawn in the cabana only hours after you and Will called it quits, but you didn't, just like how you didn't feel guilty for kissing Shawn after you kissed Will in the driveway. You don't feel guilty about any of it, in fact, you sort of want to kiss Shawn again, see maybe if his hands will work a little faster and undress you before you have to undress yourself.

You down the rest of the bottle, head feeling a little fuzzy but body feeling deliciously relaxed for once since the summer started, and you're aware of the arousal pooling at your center. You lay back a little against your pillows, about to spread your legs open and pull your panties to the side when there's a light knock on your room door, and you quickly scramble to hide under the covers before calling a soft "Come in."

Your stomach does a little flip when Shawn slips through the little opening he makes before quietly closing your door and locking it behind him. He's shirtless, clad in grey sweatpants, and when he turns to you, you see the wide smile across his face. When he sees you're in bed, he gestures as if to say "can I join you?" Instead of responding, you scoot over and lift the blanket up for him to crawl under, which he does, climbing in and laying on his side to face you, and you mirror him.

"Hi." He says, reaching up to brush hair out of your face. You giggle quietly, and when you do, Shawn can smell the alcohol, asks "Did you finish that bottle?"

"Maybe." You whisper, "It was good."

Shawn laughs. "Are you drunk?"

"Nope," you say, popping the "P" and smiling at him. "But I wish I was, it might be fun."

"Trust me honey, it's not fun in the morning."

"If we were both drunk would you touch me?"

Shawn shrinks back a little in shock. "What?"

"You don't touch me enough."

"I'm sorry honey, I just-"

"Do you not want me?"

Shawn shakes his head, scooting closer. "Of course I do! Are you crazy? I want to but...but I don't know how you feel. I don't know that you like me like that, and I like you. I like you a lot and I know this is weird but I want to prove it to you, but I also know that you might not like me back, so I don't want to do something you don't want to do."