𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

thirty-five [s]

friday,
july 5th, 2020

SHAWN MENDES

"Brownies?" I chuckle, eyeing up the ingredients sprawled across the kitchen counter.

After Trinity met me backstage at the festival, I made quick work of grabbing my gear bag from my shitty dressing room and bidding my team and manager goodbye. Trin and I left together in an Uber after she rang somebody named Hale — her assistant-buddy if I'm not mistaken — to make sure she was alright.

We're back at T's now and I had a quick shower and changed into some sweatpants and a t-shirt before joining her in the main room, noticing how she's laid out an abundance of baking ingredients.

"Yup," Trin grins enthusiastically, "I've started baking."

I raise a questioning brow, leaning against the dining table, "Oh really?"

Trinity sighs, pausing before resting against the counter opposite me and folding her arms across her chest, "Remember how I told you I haven't been the happiest at work lately?"

I frown with a slow nod. She rang me up late one night and we just talked for hours. She let it slip that work has been making her feel quite drained recently. We talked about it but she played it down, acting as if it didn't bother her but I knew it did. I could see right through her.

"Well..." she hums, "I've been trying new things. I painted, which didn't work out well, I took pictures of random shit... like nature and all that shite, and it was fine, but I wasn't besotted by it, y'know? But lately baking has been very therapeutic for me. And I'm fairly good at it. Every Sunday for the past three weeks, I write some of my novel and then I bake."

"What have you made?" I ask, reaching out to fondle with the belt loops in her skinnies. I discreetly tug her closer, watching intently as a faint blush settles over her cheekbones.

"Lemon scones, blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies," she lists off, my mouth salivating at the thought of a perfect little muffin, "These brownies are a first. I was hoping you'd help with them."

A smile curves upon my lips and I find her hips with my hands, urging her forward slightly until her chest is pressed against mine. I lick my lips, "Course I'll help."

Trinity beams up at me, the flats of her hands on my chest and I'm sure she can feel my heart pounding. I dip my head, forehead flush against hers and I close my eyes with a nervous inhale. She makes me so weak, it's sort of hard to comprehend. Nobody has ever had such an impact on my emotions.

I feel her right hand move upwards, thumb brushing my clenched jaw and fingers delicately messing with my curls. I tilt my head, feeling her exhale against my mouth. I ghost my lips over hers and let my left arm curl around her waist, pressing her farther into me. Butterflies ignite in the pit of my stomach as her nose pushes into my cheek, her pillow-like lips finding mine. I kiss her tenderly, reveling in the feeling of her delicious lips on my own. It's a soft whirlwind of plush lips sucking and moulding and I swear my happiness levels are through the fucking roof.

She parts the kiss with heavy breaths, prompting my eyes to flutter open, "We should, uh, get baking," she whispers, opening her eyes to look up at me.

I shake my head adamantly, "We've got plenty of time. Let me enjoy you. Enjoy this. Us."

I lean into her, carefully pushing her back until she's pressed up against the counter again. "Shawn..." she giggles, tipping her head back whilst my lips suckle at her neck.

"Mmm, what baby?" I mumble, decorating the expanse of her neck with wet kisses.

She breathes a low gasp, fingers winding through my hair, "Maybe the brownies can wait a while."