GuiTara

🎵~36

🎶Like a leaf blowing in the air, could you carry me ~ Kygo feat. Julia Michaels

●Tara Afua Henrie●

In the first five seconds of waking up, I forgot where I was.

I tried moving and found a muscular hand drape across my waist, and then everything came flooding back, bringing heat to my cheeks.

Turning to my left, his arm unconsciously pulled me closer. Shaun was still lost in the world of sleep, breathing steadily with his lips slightly parted. His dark ebony hair was tousled, and I couldn't tell whether it was from sleep or from me running my fingers through it several times last night.

Last night.

Last night turned out to be one of the most intimate moments of my life. I watched his face, remembering what his mouth did to my peaked nipples. We basked in each other's warmth and connected in a way that had me unhealthily craving more of him even after we were both spent.

My eyes drifted lower, taking in his chest, stomach, and the tiny trail of hairs that led to his... God, he's big. I can't believe that whole thing entered me last night.

"That's right. Just keep admiring it," a groggy voice said, and my eyes moved back to his face.

Shaun's eyes were closed, but the corners of his lips crawled up into a knowing smile. Oh crap, he's awake. Feeling embarrassed, I twisted his left nipple.

"Oww!" He jolted up.

I laughed, "Morning Sunshine."

"You murdered my baby," he pouted, rubbing the sore spot. "Apologise to it."

I quirked up a questioning eyebrow. "You want me to apologise to your nipple? No way."

"Ok. Then I guess I have to exact my revenge." His eyes dropped to my chest.

"No, no." Shielding my breasts, I moved away, and then his arm clamped around my waist, bringing me back to him. I did my best to wrestle out of his hold, but he reinforced his attacks with tickles. "Shaun!"

He just laughed, continuing to tickle me and turning me into a squealing mess. The blankets underneath and around us became rumpled as I struggled to get away from the tickle master, but my efforts were useless. Shaun flipped me over, trapping me in place with his body.

"This is not how we do the pillow talk," I giggled.

"Sssh. We're creating our own pillow talk."

"What?" I sputtered out a laugh. "That's the corniest line I've ever heard."

"Mm, less talking, more kissing." His lips descended on mine, tongues dancing together in a searing kiss. My fingers found their way into his silky strands of hair, and that was when I knew that sleep didn't create the mess on his head.

All of a sudden, the wooden floorboards buzzed, startling us apart. "What is that?" I asked, breathing heavily.

Shaun moved off me to grab my hoodie and pulled out my phone. "Pam." He glanced at the caller ID before handing it over.

I sat up, bringing the phone to my ear. "Hey Pam."

"Hey, I just got to the label and ran into Carlos in the lobby. He said you hadn't arrived yet."