Monday's classes were a stressful blur, leaving you at your kitchen table pondering life at seven o'clock in the evening. So much was happening so rapidly, and you grew worrisome that maybe things were moving too fast with Shawn. You'd only met him less than two weeks prior and gone on one date, yet you had no problem shoving your tongue down his perfect throat. You weren't one to give in so quickly, but he made it damn near impossible.

A knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts, prompting you to scoop up Chloe and walk toward your small foyer. Your stomach twirled as you caught a glimpse of the black Jeep parked out front, so you immediately opened the door to be greeted by a very tall, very handsome Shawn.

"Hello gorgeous," he said smoothly, contemplating stepping into your house. You noticed he was holding a bouquet of daffodils in his right hand, his left occupied by Geoff's leash. A smile invaded your cheeks as you stepped aside, welcoming his presence.

"Hello yourself," you smiled, putting Chloe down and unclasping Geoff's collar.

"For you, m'lady," he said with a terrible British accent, appearing to almost genuflect in front of you as he thrusted the bouquet in your direction. You broke out into a fit of giggles, truly appreciating the effort. He was making it clear that he didn't do this often.

"You shouldn't have," you said between tiny gasps for air, taking the bouquet of yellow petals and giving it a sniff.

"Oh, but I should have," he said with a tilt of his head, boots finally kicked off, "you've been stressed, wouldn't even go on a date with me tonight."

"Ah, so you're just forcing it, then? Bringing me flowers and barging into my house?" you teased, pulling him into the kitchen.

"W-what, no, I hope I'm not bothering y-" he panicked.

"Shawn, shh, I was joking," you said as his worried eyes met your gaze. You pushed up on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his, "I'm happy you're here."

He brought a hand to his chest and released a sigh of relief, eyes crinkling with his smile.

"Thank God, you scared me," he laughed as you turned to the sink, snipping a bit off each stem so you could freshly put the flowers in a vase.

How could you be worried this was going too fast? He was in your kitchen, in all his gorgeous glory, and he'd brought you flowers. No one had ever done such a thing for you. He wanted this. You wanted this. Just let it happen.

"S'wrong?" he asked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, "Don't like daffodils?"

"No! No, Shawn, they're lovely," you smiled, drying your hands and turning to him, "It's just, no one else has ever done this for me before."

"Well everyone else is doing it wrong," he said, face just a few inches from yours. Your heart fluttered and began racing as your eyes raked over every pore on his beautiful face. His chestnut eyes were burning into yours, pupils dilated at the sight of you.

The dogs were rolling around on the carpet, nipping at each other's paws. Geoff let out an adorable, high-pitched wolf-howl, earning a giggle from Shawn.

"Dog's never gonna be trained," he chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Not if you keep skipping classes," you pointed out, tossing the stem clippings in the compost bin and filling the glass vase from under the sink with water.

"Won't be skipping any more, your fine ass keeps me motivated," he quipped as he moved to stand behind you, hands running up and down your sides over your loose t-shirt. Chills ran up your spine and goosebumps spread over your arms as you sharply inhaled to gain composure. His fingertips danced up your shoulders and swiftly moved your hair to one side, allowing him to press his lips to your neck. Unable to resist him, you tilted you read to one side, giving him better access to your soft skin as his lips began moving against your flesh. A choked moan escaped your lips as he pressed his hips against your ass, and you were positive you could feel a growing bulge through his skinny jeans. His fingers moved your collar out of the way so his teeth could nip at your shoulder, earning a whimper from you. If this escalated any further, you weren't sure if you'd be able to hold back.

"Shawn, let me finish this," you pressed, squirming out of his grasp.

He gave a little frustrated sigh and wandered over to your couch, taking a seat and pulling the blanket over his long legs. You placed the daffodils in the vase and put it on the kitchen table, making sure they were arranged perfectly before joining Shawn in the living room.

As you walked toward him, he laid back against the armrest and held his arms open, beckoning you to lean on him. A smile graced your lips as you sat between his legs and pressed your back to his chest, reaching for the remote to pick a movie. You'd decided on The Ugly Truth and began shifting to get comfortable, eventually ending up as the little spoon. Shawn had a mouthful of your hair and your cold feet were squished between his calves as he had a strong arm wrapped around your middle. Your small hand rested on top of his, drawing little circles over his knuckles as the movie started up.

"You smell good," he mumbled in your ear, stealing your attention from the television screen. Both puppies were now curled up on the floor beneath you, lightly snoring.

"You're comfy," you said back, causing him to nuzzle his nose into the top of your head.

"You're pretty," he responded, turning this into a game.

"Shawn," you laughed, shaking your head, "thank you, but look, she's about to start hating him," you said quietly, nodding your head toward the screen. He pulled you a little tighter and you shifted a bit, causing him to clear his throat when your ass wiggled against his crotch. You giggled, doing it again.

"Stop," he laughed in whiny tone, carrying out the 'o' sound.

"I'm not doing anything," you said innocently, turning your head to look at the ceiling so you could see him out of the corner of your eye.

"You are," he said quietly, looking down at your mischievous eyes, "and it's working."

He flipped his leg to the other side of you, pinning you down on the couch as his body hovered over yours. His smiling face was inches from your lips, and you knew shit was about to go down when he adjusted his knees to settle between your legs. You reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, meeting his dark chocolate gaze. Your eyes traveled down to his lips, noticing how pink they were. His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet them, sending a wave of heat through your stomach. Your fingertips slipped down his cheeks as you held his face and involuntarily bit your lip.

"You're sexy," he added to his earlier string of compliments, leaving you no time to respond as his lips crashed against yours. They moved against your pout rhythmically, opening to welcome your warm tongue as you explored the inside of his mouth. It was warm and soft and sweet, moving perfectly against yours as your hands moved into his hair, tugging at his curly locks. His tongue danced against yours, deepening the kiss as his nose pushed into your cheek. You felt instant arousal, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling his body flush with yours. The bulge in his jeans was up against your burning heat, turning you on even more. One of his hands supported his heavy body and the other slipped under your shirt, fingertips ghosting along your ribs as he contemplated toying with your bra.

He broke the kiss, wet lips trailing down your jaw and leaving marks on your throat as his fingers traced your underwire, electrifying your body. A breathy moan escaped your lips as he chucked against your collarbone, burying his face in your neck and grinding his hips into your clothed core.

"Shawn," you panted, tugging his hair again.

"Mmm," he replied in your ear, roughly moving his body against yours.

"Shawn, we can't," you said softly, slipping your fingers under his hoodie and comfortingly rubbing his sides. He sighed against you, lips pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

"I know," he said softly, barely a whisper, "I know we can't. But I want you so bad," he begged, fingers still teasing your breasts.

"You have no idea," you giggled as you shook your head, feeling his abs beneath your fingertips. His breath was hot on your neck as the two of you fought with your pride, ultimately deciding this wasn't the right time.

Shawn pushed back on his knees and sat against the cushions, pulling you to sit beside him. You took it a bit further, crawling into his lap and lacing your fingers behind his neck. Your forehead tipped against his as you spoke.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, honey. I'm sorry, you just, you drive me crazy," he said, eyes wide as his head tipped back against the wall. You laughed, wiggling your hips against his hard-on. "Fuck," he said, frustrated.

"Hey, stop that," you smiled, rubbing his shoulders, "soon, okay? Just not yet," you reassured, lightly peppering his exposed neck with soft kisses.

"I agree," he sighed, breaking into a smile as he tipped his head up to look at you, hands resting on your hips. You were both distracted by the sound of his phone going off, indicating he'd received a message. He fished his iPhone out of his pocket and you leaned back a bit, looking down at the screen with him.

Melissa appeared next to the little green icon. Your stomach did a little twist as you looked away, scared of what you might see. Shawn's thumbs sent back an instant reply, soon tossing his phone on the cushion beside him.

"Hey," he said, voice laced with concern as he took your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him, "it's not what you think it is. She's the opening act at the Cameron House."

"Oh, I didn't know you had an opening act," you mumbled, staring into his pleading eyes.

"Yeah, they thought I needed one. She's uh, she's nice? She's new to this, asked me for some advice. That's all," he smiled, pulling you in for a soft kiss. It was only a few seconds before his phone went off again. He silenced it, rubbing his hands up your thighs. You fell into his chest, burying your face in his neck as you focused on appreciating his presence. His fingers were drumming on your ass as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, distracted when his phone began ringing. You flipped it over, seeing a pretty blonde with full lips, blue eyes and a button nose pop up on the screen. Melissa was calling for FaceTime, and she was fucking gorgeous.

You climbed off Shawn's lap, immediately growing insecure. He declined the call and texted her, and then put his phone on do not disturb.

"You could have answered it," you said softly, pressing "play" on the movie.

"Are you kidding? I'm here to be with you, and I don't wanna talk to her, God knows what the hell she wants. Come back," he pouted, patting his thighs.

You snuggled up to his side and he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you tight.

It wasn't long before Shawn's soft snores filled the living room and his arms released you, falling limp as sleep overcame him. You slipped away, leashing up both excited puppies and taking them out for a pee so you could get some air.

You let them roam the front lawn as you slipped your phone out of your leggings, pulling up Geoff's contact.

iMessage to Geoff: Melissa?

He replied almost instantly.

iMessage from Geoff: Opening act. Hot blonde. All over him, definitely wants a piece. I wouldn't worry but it's still fucked up.

iMessage to Geoff: Thanks. She tried to FaceTime him, I got a little scared.

You locked your phone and headed back in with the dogs, feeling a little guilty for being suspicious but also feeling like what you had going with Shawn was a little too good to be true. You walked into the living room, finding Shawn in the same position as before, fast asleep and angelic-looking. You sauntered over to him and snuggled against his side, lightly rubbing your fingertips over his strong chest. His lips curled into a lazy smile as his head flopped in your direction, chestnut eyes fluttering open to meet yours.

"Hi," you smiled, resting the side of your head against the back of the couch.

"Mm, hi," he smiled back, opening his mouth to say something more, but stopping himself.

"What is it?" you asked, stomach twirling a bit.

"I was just gonna say," he paused, leaning in for a quick kiss, "you're the best view I've even woken up to."