𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

forty-six [s]

thursday,
july 11th, 2020

SHAWN MENDES

"Is that my t-shirt?" I ask as Trinity saunters down the hallway and into the main room.

She looks down at her outfit — which she looks fucking magnificent in — and smiles bashfully, "I'm running out of clothes."

I chuckle, approaching her slowly and giving myself a minute to contain myself. Fuck, she looks just wonderful. How'd I ever end up with someone so stunning? I shake my head in utter disbelief, licking my lips.

"God, baby, you look incredible," I breathe, gently taking ahold of her hands and urging her closer.

"You're always complimenting me," Trinity points out shyly, slipping her hands around my waist.

I cock an amused eyebrow, "Because you're always beautiful. Would you like me to stop?" I whisper, dipping down and brushing my nose against hers.

She giggles, shaking her head, "Never."

Our lips meet in a delicate kiss and my heart is in my throat when she cautiously licks in to my mouth. I hum, bringing a guiding hand to her face. My free arm wraps around her and when our lips depart, I begin kissing down her neck. She throws her arms around my neck and I can both feel and hear her breathing become ragged.

"We have to go," she struggles to say, hand disappearing amid my curly hair.

I groan childishly, "I know," I sigh, pulling my face from her neck and cupping her cheeks in my palms, "I love you."

Trinity kisses me again, "I love you more," she murmurs, eyes hooded and smile broad.

I entwine my fingers with her shorter ones and grab my keys, wallet and phone from the counter before we head out. I lock up and we take the elevator down to reception.

"You alright to walk?" I ask Trin, pushing my sunglasses up my nose, "It's only twenty minutes away."

"I don't mind," she responds, squeezing my hand and wrapping her free one around my bicep as we leave my complex.

"If you see anybody with a camera and feel uncomfortable, just keep your head down, okay honey?" I say lowly, hoping that the walk to The Beer Garden is relatively chill. "The fans are usually quite relaxed in Toronto."

"Alright," Trinity says, voice wavering with uncertainty.

I stop walking and she looks up at me. I use my unoccupied hand to brush a fallen wave behind her ear, "D'you wanna drive instead?"

For a moment, it's silent between us and she seems to be pondering the idea. My heart rate speeds up as I clock that maybe she feels completely uncomfortable and weird at the prospect of getting photographed with me. Or at all. I could never blame her, it was strange for me at first too. It somewhat still is.

"No," T firmly states, "No, we'll be fine. Let's walk."

I grin happily, glad that the possibility of our relationship becoming public isn't scaring her off. I squeeze her hand as we head for Downtown. The Beer Garden is my usual hangout spot with the guys and its front deck seating area on the boardwalk has a lovely view of the waterfront, but we tend to sit out back at the picnic style tables with fairy lights strung above our heads.

As we stroll, the warm breeze of Toronto's 6pm summer air tickles my cheekbones and I feel all weak and cosy inside with Trin cuddled up to my arm.

We're stopped by a red light at a pedestrian crossing near the Beer Garden when I wrap my girl in my arms tightly. She giggles, head falling back against my arm that cradles her around the neck. I gaze down on her, wondering how she ever ended up in my arms again. She softly smiles, eyes hooded and I go to kiss her before a quiet voice interrupts me.