Consumed || Shawn Mendes ||

Home.

Two Months Later.

It seemed like it was another lifetime ago the last time I was here. I was now a completely different person from the girl I was when I left NYC. I couldn't believe I had actually came back here, but I was only here for two days more thankfully. The Greek god had talked me into coming along with him on some painting business he had.

I turned over to face the beautiful sleeping man that was beside me. I slowly touched his chest turning my delicate fingers around the middle of his chest cavity. He hummed so lightly and a smiled crept over his face.
"Mornin' Princess." He said with his eyes still closed, as he placed his hand on top of mines.
"Good morning handsome." I smiled widely at just the sound of his voice. He shifted his body to face me now as his hand caressed my wild curly morning hair, our eyes glued to each other never breaking the our gaze.
" You slept well I presume. Your loud snores kept me awake however." He said chuckling.
"I DO NOT SNORE, thank you very much!!" I yelled slapping his chest playfully. He laughed so warmly as he began tickling me. I couldn't help the laughter escaping my mouth. He stopped, making me sigh in relief as I caught my breath. He held me to his chest and kissed my forehead.
"I was joking baby, I love to hear your laugh is all."
"Thank you for being the reason for it." I said resting my chin on his chest and looking up towards him. He truly was a sight, I felt like he was a dream.

He had to be he was the whole package.

Something had to be wrong, but what?

Before my subconscious could creep her way into my thoughts I climbed up to meet his lips hungrily. I grabbed his face to deepen our kiss as my hands roamed his hair and giving it a slight tug. He smiled through our kissing and hummed in delight. He loved when I needed him in this way. He brought out the sexual goddess in me. His hands traced down my back as it met with the round of my ass and he gripped it so tightly making me let out a small whimper of both pain and pleasure, then his palms met with the flesh of my cheeks in a soft but firm slap. I moaned into his mouth and he started chuckling. He then rolled us over to where I was now under him.

"As much as I love that laugh of yours, there is one thing I love to hear more." He said as he planted soft delicate kisses along my neck, down to the middle of my chest leading him down to the apex of my hip bone. Making me moan as I squirmed under his touch.

"That sound right there princess."

Just like that I was once again lost under his touch.

———-

After meeting with some friends for lunch, I had decided since it was such a beautiful day in August I would take a walk over the bridge and visit my old home.
I felt nostalgic.

The weather was a blistering heat but there was small breeze or few that would greet me as I walked along the path of the Brooklyn bridge. As always the bridge was congested with tourist sightseeing and models getting their photos taking with the amazing back drop the city had to afford. I sipped on my sweet lemonade as I allowed my headphone to by my soundtrack.
'Never be alone' by Shawn Mendes began to play. I smiled hearing his much younger self singing to me.
I missed him, like truly missed him.

**After the  Fourth of July almost incident I couldn't deny that I wished I had let him kiss me. But I couldn't not when I was slightly drunk.
This would never work, we would kiss and then what?
We would never be anything.
We couldn't.
He was a famous singer on tour and I was a wanderer trying to find myself.
I was nowhere near his caliber.
So leaving the way I did was the best thing I could do. He didn't seem angry when I stopped us, more shocked. Hurt, maybe? I couldn't tell but I did t have it in me to try to figure it out. I went back to the party and I had decided to find the two girls and drink till I no longer saw his face.
Not my proudest moment. **