Cruel Summer

11. thats what i tell him, no rules

When I rolled over to check my phone, I saw it was 6 in the morning. I didn't mean to fall asleep in Shawn's hotel room last night, but after a few too many tequila shots, I found it hard to get up after we hooked up. The whole room was spinning when I tried to leave around 3 am so I decided it was in my best interest to sleep here.

But now that it was morning, I figured I should probably get back to my hotel room before people noticed Shawn and me leaving the same room with me in my clothes from the night before.

I sat up slowly, praying the dizziness was gone. Thankfully, I felt pretty good when I sat up fully. I grabbed my phone and reached down to grab my shoes when I felt a hand grab mine.

"What time is it?" Shawn grumbled, his voice so hoarse this early in the morning. Not gonna lie, it was very attractive.

"6:13 in the morning," I responded and turned to look at him. He was slowly sitting up, rubbing his eyes. His hair stuck out in every direction and I tried to not stare at his bare chest.

"Where you going then? Got big plans this early?" He asks, smiling lazily.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to meet with the prime minister at 6:30. Gotta go get dressed," I laughed. He rolled his eyes. "No, I'm just heading back to my room to sleep for a few hours before I have to actually start my day."

"Why? Just stay here," He states, and reaches for my phone, putting it back on the nightstand. With his other hand, he pulls me into his chest.

"Shawn," I sigh. I sit back because I know if I lay in his arms for too long, I will.

"Oh no, that doesn't sound like the start of something good."

"We need to talk about this. About us."

"Okay, let's talk."

"I've been thinking about this. About if it's a good idea to make this a regular thing while we're on tour together," I explain, playing with my fingers. He nods and reaches for my hand to stop my nervous fumbling.

"And I think that if you want to make it a regular thing, we need to talk about it first."

"Do you want this-" He stops and motions toward the bed, "to be a regular thing for us?"

"Yes," I answer quickly. Maybe a little too hastily. I was surprised to see a blush rise on Shawn's face.

"Me too."

"Okay, good," I sigh with relief. I relax back on the bed and lean against the headboard.

"So what do we need to talk about in terms of us?"

"I just don't want things to get complicated with us hooking up. Obviously, we enjoy each other's company and bodies," I laugh. "But I don't want to make it more than it is."

"And what is this to you?"

"I don't want anything serious," I explain, biting my lip.

"So like, friends with benefits?" He questions.

"Yeah, I guess like that," I nod slowly.

"So should we come up with like a contract or something to sign or? I can call up a lawyer," Shawn jokes.

"No the thing is, I don't want this to be a bigger than it needs to be. Like we hook up when we want and we can do whatever we want. No labels. No rules."

"No rules," He repeats, thinking it over. "Okay, that works. But we do need to make sure we keep it on the down low. If the media gets any word of it, everything will change."

"Of course."

"Okay, now that we have determined our fate," Shawn laughs, "will you please stay and big spoon me?"

"Turn around," I mumble