Possession [s.m]

2.

•rebecca•

I wake up from the best sleep I've had in a year with my hand clenching Shawn's shirt extremely tight.

His grip around my waist is strong, and he is sound asleep.

It's like during our sleep, we were afraid that either one of us would run from each other.

I almost don't want to get up from his chest, but I do just to look at his face.

Shawn's eyebrows are furrowed together, making a small vertical line appear in between them. I find myself using my thumb to smooth it out, his expression changing from struggling to calmness.

The really small beard on his face doesn't take away a fraction of his perfection and only makes him more beautiful if anything.

It's still all so surreal to me. I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes shut, silently thanking God for giving him back to me.

I spend the remainder of the time that he's sleeping peacefully to stare at him.

He lets out a few sighs in his sleep before his eyes shot open. Panic flooded in his eyes before they landed on me. I smiled and ran my fingers through his curls.

Shawn closed his eyes at the feeling of his fingers through his hair and let out a soft sigh.

I don't know what is prepared for me when I tell my parents that I'm leaving them for the second time in my life, today. All of that worry is stuffed in my bottom of my head as I continue to massage his head.

"Good morning." He greets, his hand finding its way on my waist. I move my fingers to his chest and begin to outline his tattoos on his bare chest.

He closed his eyes again at the sensation and the grip on my waist slightly relaxes.

"I missed you so much." He sighs.

I reply to his words by placing my hand on his cheek and slowly caressing it. I wonder if he gets the same loving sensation when he does this to me.

For a few minutes, we stay there completely comfortable and the time consisted of us acknowledging our presences in silence, exchanging smiles and staring at each other.

He sits up and places a kiss on my forehead. "Let's eat, then go to your house, then head to New York."

I nod and decide to take a shower as Shawn calls room service for breakfast. When I step out, he is sitting on the bed with two trays of breakfast in front of him.

"What have you been doing for the past year?" I ask, my mouth full of a strawberry.

He looks at me intently. "Trying to break all ties with my gang. It was hard but, some things are more important than others. What about you?"

"I went back to school for the rest of the year. Then I decided to take a year off before thinking of college because my mind just wasn't there. I've been staying home and trying to get better." I explain.

He nods, and I put the strawberry down, not finding an appetite from the two pancakes I ate.

I watch him as he grabs the strawberry in his fingers and brings it to my lips. His gaze is on my lips as I bite into it.

"Has, what's his name, Tray, been keeping his hands and eyes to himself?" He questions. A hint of amusement and anger in his voice.

I giggle lightly. "Tyler, you mean? Of course."

He nods and I slightly squirm in my seat, not sure how I should ask him this. Even if he answered yes to what I was wondering, I don't even see myself thinking of leaving him. That's how hooked I am to him.