𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

forty-two [t]

wednesday,
july 10th, 2020

TRINITY HAYSON

It's been a few blissful days spent with Shawn hidden away in his lovely condo and we're cuddling on the couch in the early morning when he starts mumbling lazily into my neck.

"What?" I hum, not having heard him.

He picks his curly head up and grins down at me all wrapped up in his arms, "I was just saying that my Mum invited us for dinner tonight. She texted last night but uh... we got a bit carried away," he chuckles, smirking when a heat crawls over my cheeks as I recall the steamy events from last night. And this morning. "Um, would you wanna go?"

He looks nervous and it melts my heart. His eyes stay trained on my lips and as a smile curves on my face, his eyes light up.

"I'd love to go," I reply, turning around fully so I can face him rather than craning my neck to look up at him.

He gives me a tight squeeze, "You would?" he smiles.

"'Course," I say, playing with the drawstrings of the hoodie he's wearing.

"Great, we'll head out around three," he breathes out, a large hand finding my hair and his fingers slip through my curls. His thumb caresses the base of my neck and I can't seem to stop smiling up at my man. "Mmm, you look so pretty baby."

I tug on his hoodie strings which causes his head to dip towards me. Eagerly, I capture his swollen lips in an open-mouthed kiss. A beautiful moan elicits from deep in his throat and his warm tongue fills my mouth. His lips are soft and puffy, a result of our morning make out. I can't get enough. He tastes so good.

"Fuck," he sighs, his arm that's wrapped around me pulling me tighter and allowing me to feel his prominent arousal poking through his joggers, "You've no idea what you do to me."

***

"Honey!" Shawn calls from the main room, "Are you ready?"

"Uh huh!" I call back, clipping the baby hoops into my ears before exiting the bathroom.

I grab my phone from the bed on my way to the main room of the condo. I descend the short hallway and Shawn sits on the piano bench across the room, playing a gentle little tune as he waits for me. His eyes are shut, but when I take a few more steps closer, they open.

"Woah," he mutters, licking his lips as he drinks me in, fingers pausing on the keys, "You look so beautiful, Trinity."

I feel myself flush. I have to make do with what I brought in my gear bag, so I'm only dressed in black skinnies and a cream roll-neck cosy jumper. Despite July being such a hot month in Canada, it's also almost constantly raining. The humid weather makes it hard to navigate outfits I'd assume, though we haven't left the condo yet so I wouldn't know. It's a huge sweater and falls to my mid-thigh and I wear a simple pair of white chunky trainers on my feet, but Shawn makes me feel like somebody straight out of a magazine.

The six foot rockstar stands up from the piano bench and suddenly I'm looking up at his golden eyes rather than down. He saunters over to me, clad in a light grey jumper and black jeans. His hands find my waist and he pulls me into him, presenting me with a soft kiss.

I chuckle with delight, "You're looking very stylish yourself Mendes..." And then I pause, teasingly glancing at his crotch and wondering if he'll catch my reference to our first date, "Nice boner."

Something flashes in his pretty eyes and he shakes his head with a beaming grin, "You remember that, eh?"

"How could I forget?" I giggle, "You were all worked up."