𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 27

Jason Derulo - Tattoo, Little Mix - Is Your Love Enough?

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Shawn holds me tight against his body. I don't get why he's so tense all the time.

His hands trail up and down my back and I enjoy his touch. I sigh out of happiness as I turn my back to him. He wraps his hands around me when my back is against his chest. I put my hand over his hand when he kisses me in my neck.

'Sweet dreams.' He whispers in my ear.

'You too, babe.' I close my eyes. 'You too.' I whisper one last time, before falling asleep.

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Five hours later I wake up, sweating. It's so hot in this car! I grab Shawn's keys and put it in the keyhole, starting the engine. I get the feeling that all the air got sucked out of this car when we were asleep. 

I look at Shawn and see that his hair is also a little damp, a lot of sweat shines on his forehead, but he's still asleep.

'No one... said... fries.' He mumbles.

I look at him and smile when the cold air fills the car and it feels like I can finally breathe. I breathe in a couple of times before turning the air conditioning off. I don't want to catch a cold or make Shawn ill. That would be terrible.

I open the windows a little and the fresh night air enters the car. When I put the keys back in their place, I lay down again facing Shawn this time. I'm staring at him as if I'm a creep in the middle of the night.

'I wish I was dreaming about chips...' I whisper with a smile, touching his face.

My eyes trail over his beautiful face. He looks so peaceful when he is sleeping. I touch his soft lips with my thumb and watch him open his mouth a little. 

I don't think I will be able to fall asleep again and I can't keep staring at him until he wakes up.

I need to wake him up and get him in my seat so I can continue driving to Madrid. I sit up again and touch Shawn's arm.

'Shawn.' I say when I hear him inhale.

He moans and opens one eye to look at me. When I smile at him he runs his hand over my leg.

'It's still dark, come, sleep with me.' He says.

'I can't sleep. You need to lay down in the other seat so I can continue driving to Madrid.' I tell him.

'Mhm.' He stretches his arms.  'Let me go to the toilet first. I need to change my clothes and wash my face. I am sweating like crazy.' Shawn says, rubbing his eyes.

'Yeah, I'll do the same.'

We get up and grab some stuff out of the trunk of his car before walking to the gas station. 

It's very early in the morning and I only see a couple of truck drivers getting coffee.

I need a coffee...

'I'll see you in a bit.' Shawn says, walking to the toilets.

Even this early in the morning he looks amazing. I stare at him walking away from me before going to the toilets myself. 

When I enter the toilets I'm surprised how clean it is. I wash my face, brush my teeth and change my clothes as quickly as I can. I put my hair in a messy bun and look at myself in the mirror. 

I'm wearing black jeans and a red blouse. I don't like the red blouse at all, it looks so boring. I unbutton the bottom and tie it together, revealing my belly.