𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝, shawn mendes

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a/n;
i'm reaaaaally really sorry for skipping to the end of the holiday, i really didn't want to at all but i was losing inspiration which sucks. although, there's still two more chapters of pure softness to come for this phase so don't get upset just yet. thank you for reading again y'all because i love you, and thank you all SO much for 10k in just over a month of this book being published. it's insane, and i'm so grateful🥺🥺 anyway i'll stop being boring and let you read sjsj

aurora versini
08/03/18
4:27pm
sorrento, italy

"Every time I see you, baby I get lost," Shawn sings, hitting high notes perfectly from wherever he is in the garden. I'm just waking up from my impromptu nap on the shaded sun lounger - which Shawn must've moved to ensure I didn't burn in the sun, and the sounds of his singing just bring me back to reality. He pauses for a while, and I prop myself up to look around the garden to see where he is. I spot him at the other side of the pool, sat on a beanbag and scribbling something down on his note pad. I lightly tiptoe over to him, careful not to disturb his 'creative process' or whatever he calls it. Either way, the music he was making sounded beautiful.

"If I'm dreaming baby, please don't wake me up." He picks the tune back up again, vocalising tentatively and softly as if he might be getting it wrong. I place my hands on his shoulders delicately, crouching down to kiss his cheek.

"You're not dreaming." I remind him, fluffing his hair with my fingers. "I was though, and you woke me up." I add.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He rasps, moving up on the beanbag. I sit next to him, swinging my legs over his lap. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Anything other than going back to real life in a few days." I groan, tipping my head back. The past few days have been complete magic, and I don't want it to ever end. But it has to, eventually. Blissful days and nights spent together at the beach, by the pool, between the sheets and out at sea can't last for ever, as much as I wish they could.

"I know, baby. I'd do anything to stay here another week with you." He agreed, craning himself down to kiss my neck. "Just wish I could kiss you all the fuckin' time."

I giggle, reaching my hands up to tug at his smooth curls. "Oh, really?"

"Mm, and I wanna make love to you all the time too." He reveals, sucking gently on my neck, surely adding another mark to the collection I've obtained over the past week. "Fuck, you're so beautiful." His hair tickles my chin as he slides the strap of my bikini off my shoulder, his open mouth leaving wet kisses all over my chest.

"Anything special planned for our last night?" I wiggle my eyebrows jokingly, pulling him up to my eye level.

"Maybe. Guess you'll have to find out." He mumbles. "What time is it?"

I pull his hand from off my bum and check the time displayed on his watch. "Half 4. Why?"

"No reason. But I think you should maybe start getting ready."

"Why though? I don't like surprises!" I whine, adjusting my position on the beanbag so I'm straddling him, our noses touching as he pins my hands beside him.

"You'll like this one, I promise." He whispers, pulling me up to my feet. "Now, go get changed into something that's just as beautiful as you, so I can make our last night memorable." He gestures towards the villa, plopping back down on the bean bag.