𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

twenty-seven [t]

saturday,
june 1st, 2020

TRINITY HAYSON

My knuckles brush over Shawn's naked back as he sleeps. He's laying on his stomach, left arm under the pillow and right arm hugging me close. His curls are madly fluffy, reminding me of the way I pulled at them last night.

Last night. I didn't think I'd let my guard down so soon. I made such a big deal of having Shawn work for me, yet I gave in so easily. Thinking back though, it was really fucking worth it. He took care of me, like he always used to do. Afterwards, he didn't expect anything in return. We talked for a long time, drowsy minds somehow forming mumbled sentences as we chatted. I fell asleep last night with a light heart and a giddy stomach. Perhaps I did give in early, but what I know now is that Shawn Mendes is completely and utterly worth it. He's slowly but surely gaining my trust, and it hasn't even been three weeks.

"Mmmm."

A groan from the beautifully built man beside me pulls me from my thoughts and a smile weaves its way on to my lips.

"That feels nice," Shawn mumbles, barely stirring as he keeps his eyes shut.

I giggle happily, leaning into his warm embrace and littering wet kisses on his bicep. The muscles in his arm clench at the feeling and he slowly starts to grin. My hand that has been caressing his upper back slips up to his neck and I delicately hold the side of it, my thumb grazing his rosy cheek. Shawn's amber eyes flutter open, his eyelashes twitching as he adjusts to the morning sun that floods through the crack in the curtains. His strong arm tightens around me and he pulls me closer, a goofy smile on his swollen lips and his eyes crinkling at the edges. He shoves half his face into the pillow as a familiar flush washes over his cheekbones.

"What?" I whisper, feeling a tad shy as I shuffle over to lay my head on the same pillow as his.

He licks his lips, "Missed seeing you like this. Waking up next to you is probably the best feeling in the entire world."

My heart alights with a sudden rush of adoration as I feel a heat crawl up my neck. His morning rasp is most definitely something I've missed. I repeat his earlier action, hiding half of my face by digging it into the pillow. He chuckles deeply, nudging the tip of my nose with his.

"Was last night okay?" he whispers, right hand tracing over my waist and down my back to grab my thigh and pull it over his hip, "You had wine in you... maybe we should've waited a bit..."

The caring side of Shawn truly warms my fucking heart.

I shake my head, thumbing at his supple bottom lip as I admire his sleepy state, "It was perfect. Maybe the wine is what I needed to realise that I wanted nothing more than for that to happen."

Shawn's smile widens, "Good. I'm glad you feel that way."

"You haven't won though," I point out, "I'm not all yours yet, Mendes. You've still gotta work for it."

The curly haired, lazy giant carefully grabs my wrist, bringing my hand that sat on his face down to his mouth to kiss my palm. He then holds my dainty hand with both of his huge ones, playing with my fingers and repeatedly kissing my knuckles.

"I'll always work for you, Trinity," he huskily whispers, hazel eyes burning into mine and making my heart skip a beat.

Shawn chuckles, eyeing up my cheeks which have surely transitioned to a dark shade of terracotta by now. I roll my eyes with a grin, turning away from him and stretching. He hums, cuddling up to me and slithering his tattooed hand around to comfortingly tickle my stomach. I settle into his chest, thinking nothing of wiggling my butt to get comfortable until he groans out a muffled moan. I freeze before erupting into a fit of giggles.