𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

thirty-six [s]

friday,
july 5th, 2020

SHAWN MENDES

"Lorenzo is my great grandfather's name," Trinity explains after I ask about her middle names, "He's Spanish on Ma's side. Her grandfather."

My eyebrows raise curiously, "How come I never knew this?" I mumble, twirling a curl of hers between my thumb and index finger.

It's late. Around midnight. Trinity and I ate a couple brownies earlier when they were ready and they were actually pretty delicious. Afterwards we retreated to her tiny balcony once again to just talk. We talked for hours until I brought up her middle names just seconds ago. She's told me what they are before but I never asked about them. It crossed my mind that Lorenzo is most definitely not an Irish name.

Trin shrugs with a smile, leaning into me, "Not sure. Guess you never asked."

"Mm," I hum, kissing her forehead gently, "What about Aria?"

"Grandma on my dad's side," she replies simply.

I nod my head, tightening my hold on her and resting my chin on the top of her head as we stare out at the buildings opposite hers. Lamps illuminate a handful of windows, but most are dark and dim. There's a chill of a light breeze and the stars twinkle overhead. A large blanket is wrapped around the both of us, keeping us cosy in the midst of the night.

"You know... if tomorrow doesn't go the right way for us," she speaks up quietly and my heart drops to my stomach at the thought, "I want you to know that I really appreciate you. And all your love for me."

As a grin pulls at my lips, she looks up at me with tinted cheekbones. My eyebrows tug inward but the smile stays put on my face, "What d'you mean by that?" I ask, wanting her to elaborate.

Trinity shakes her head, a bashful smile curving upon her plump lips, "We found each other after two years and you've made me realise that you've grown as a person. You understand me more, you understand my emotions more and I'm really appreciative of that. The fact that you truly care for me has finally settled in and I'm starting to be comfortable around you again. Thank you."

My heart just about explodes out of my chest and my eyes fill up with tears of overwhelming adoration for the gorgeous girl right in front of me. I don't notice that I'm crying until she reaches out to cup my face and brush away my tears. I sniffle, shaking my head and glancing down to regain my composure before meeting her concerned gaze again.

"Thank you," I whisper, holding her wrists and bringing her hands to my mouth to press kisses on her knuckles, "You'll never understand how much regret I hold for my past mistakes, and you'll never understand how fucking grateful I am to have your forgiveness. You gave me a second chance and I'm over the moon that you're comfortable with me again. It means the world, Trin, truly. I adore you. I always will, a baby won't change that."

Trinity nods in understanding and my heart splits in two when a few tears of her own leak from her shiny eyes. It's my turn to wipe her tears away, and I do so with care. I hold her cheeks, hyper-aware of how close we are. I exhale shakily, drifting forward to capture her lips in a soft kiss. Her hands slide down to grasp my neck and she lifts herself to straddle my lap. I wrap the blanket further around us and my hands find a home on her lower back. Our lips are all over the place, tongues a sloppy mess as we kiss one another with nothing but heartfelt passion. It's desperate and messy but it's so damn perfect and my stomach is ablaze with butterflies.

"Can we go to bed?" she mutters through the kiss and my eyes open immediately. I pull back a little, relishing in the feeling of her fingertips in my hair as I cock a confused eyebrow at her. Trinity blushes, "Um, just to cuddle... if that's alright."

I smile, "Of course that's alright, my baby. Let's go."

I stand up, Trinity's arms slinging around my shoulders and her legs wrapping around my hips. The blanket falls on the couch but we dismiss it, heading inside and I shut and lock the sliding door after I set her down on her feet. Her little arms are wrapped around my bicep, head resting against my bare arm and warm breath casting over my butterfly tattoo. I cup the side of her face, tilting her head up. I place a chaste kiss on her lips, feeling her linger on as I smirk against her mouth.

"Go to bed. I can lock up if you want," I whisper, caressing her jaw.

She nods, yawning into my arm before unraveling herself from my arm, "Keys are on the counter. It's the gold one," she says, leaning on her toes and kissing my cheek before squeezing my hand and walking off to her bedroom.

I let my eyes linger on her body as she disappears into her bedroom. My heart flutters. Earlier, she got dressed into a pair of baggy joggers and a tight tank top, and she looks effortlessly stunning in her lazy clothes. I shake off a beaming smile as I find her keys and lock the door. I flick off all the lights and make my way to her cramped room, finding her shuffling through my bag with her back to me. I pause, leaning against the doorway and biting my lip as she tugs out a simple t-shirt. I giggle unintentionally, catching her attention.

She spins around, a sheepish grin on her face. She glances at the shirt in her hand and then back at me, "I was gonna sleep in it."

"Hmm," I chuckle happily, "You could've just asked," I tease, eagerly raking my eyes over her short body as she approaches me with a mocking roll of her eyes. I smirk as she sets a hand on my abdomen, leaning up close to my ear and kissing softly along my jawline. My eyes fall shut and I grab on to the drawstrings of her joggers, pulling her closer.

"Would you mind if I wore your clothes to bed, Mendes?" she whispers sultrily in my ear and I can just hear the cocky smile gracing her tone.

I trail a hand around to her ass and harshly squeeze, resulting in a gasp from her, "Wanna see you in my clothes for the rest of my fuckin' life," I mutter, suckling on her jaw, finding her weak spot and grinning successfully when she reels into me.

Trinity sighs, almost breathlessly, "Undress me then."

My lips come to a stop on her jaw, my eyes wide and wondering as I pull back to catch a look at her face which is dead serious, "What?" I blurt.

Trinity smirks, "Well if you wanna see me in your shirt you're gonna have to get it on me, aren't you?"

I inhale deeply, my heart pounding rapidly as a chuckle of disbelief tickles my throat. A giddy smile adorns my lips as I delicately fiddle with the hem of her tank top. With a swift lick of my lips, I tug at her top until it's off and we're both a giggling mess. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her chest to meet mine and my hands are pushing down her sweats. We engage in excited and intense eye contact, wordlessly expressing our feelings for one another. When her joggers are at her upper thighs, I give her ass a soft squeeze before crouching down and pulling her sweatpants off the rest of the way. She steps out of them and hands me my t-shirt that she stole from my overnight bag. I gather it up around the neck and carefully tug it over her head, her beaming face disappearing and reappearing and warming my heart. She shoves her arms through the short sleeves and I let it go, watching as it drops to her knees.

I gulp, utterly mesmerised at just how wonderful she looks in my shirt.

"Fuck," I choke out, resulting in Trinity's cheeks transforming into a bright red hue.

"C'mon, fool," Trin giggles, taking my hand in hers and leading me to her neatly made bed.

I pull back the covers for her and she climbs in to bed, giving me an amazing, yet unintentional, view of her ample ass in a pair of tiny white panties. I swallow a groan, tossing her keys from my pocket on to the bedside table and ridding myself of my t-shirt and joggers. There's quite the bulge in my briefs and before Trinity can see, I crawl into bed beside her and drape the duvet over my lap. She shuffles around, getting comfortable on her stomach and stretching an arm across my torso. I lay down, wrapping my arms around her and repeatedly kissing her forehead. She hums tiredly, sloppily pecking my chest in return. I grin widely, reaching over to switch off her lamp.

"You know I'm yours, right?" I whisper into the dark, earning an exhausted mumble in response, "Because I'm all yours, and I always will be, whether you like it or not."