The next couple days came and went. Shawn was busy rehearsing and you were busy worrying about who he was rehearsing with. It's not like you guys were official, or anything—hell, you weren't even sleeping together—but you still felt a tinge of jealousy at the thought of a blonde bombshell all over him.

Geoff was no help, constantly checking in and reassuring your awareness of Shawn's interest in you, reminding you of the whole Melissa thing. You even caught yourself doing an Instagram deep-dive on Tuesday night, desperate to find out more about your seeming competition. Turned out, she's fucking perfect. Like, literally perfect. Perfect-looking, perfect singer, perfect for Shawn. The thought turned your stomach.

Thursday's giddiness brought you out of your insecure thoughts and left you excited for puppy classes in the evening, which promised a few juicy kisses from Shawn. You were nose-deep in your sociology textbook by late afternoon afternoon when your phone lit up with a notification from Instagram—Melissa had added to her story "for the first time in a while." Bleh.

You mindlessly swiped the screen which quickly displayed an image of her beautiful, smiling face pressed against Shawn's, who was also smiling. The caption read, "Couldn't have picked anyone better to be spending so much time with!" and something in you snapped. It was no longer worry, or sadness. It was anger and it was coming in hot.

You darted upstairs and changed into something decent, making sure to coat your lips in some gloss and tousle your loose waves. Your low-cut sweater fit perfectly over your torso, stretching a bit over your boobs. Skinny jeans were clad to your thighs, hugging your hips in all the right places. You pulled on your brown Blundstones and quickly ordered an Uber to take you to the Cameron House, sure that if you waited any longer you wouldn't end up going through with it.

You stepped into the empty bar and paid no mind to the bartender as he greeted you. You were a woman on a mission. The place was dimly lit and intimate, and it made your stomach lurch. The sound of Shawn's voice accompanied by a guitar came from around the corner as you walked in its direction, chin up and ass swinging.

Shawn stood in the centre of the stage, trying his best to strum the acoustic guitar as the hot blonde stood awfully close to him, very obviously checking him out. She gripped a microphone and began harmonizing, moving in a little closer as he tried his best to step away but unable to leave the microphone stand. You stood in the dark, quietly observing as you plotted your next move. It wasn't until her acrylic nails raked up his bicep that your jaw dropped.

"Alright, that's it!" you called, strutting toward the stage and pulling the singers from their verses. Shawn broke into a smile at the sight of you, while Melissa's face twisted into annoyance as you charged in their direction and interrupted the moment.

Shawn was quick to balance the guitar on the stool behind him and turn toward you, holding his arms open for a hug. You had other intentions as you climbed the steps and met his gaze, your eyes dark and hungry.

"Missed you," you muttered as your small hands gripped his strong jaw and pulled his face to meet yours, encapsulating his lips in a heated kiss. His hands naturally found your hips, soon traveling to your ass as you opened your mouth and swept his tongue with yours. You tugged at his curls with your long fingers as you swallowed a moan that escaped his lips, a growing bulge pressed into your abdomen as you pulled away.

"Hello to you, too," he giggled, pulling you against his strong chest for a tight hug.

"Hi, gorgeous," you spoke back, making sure to meet Melissa's shocked gaze, "hope I'm not interrupting," you trailed off, taking a step back and pointing between the two of them. Shawn's response was exactly what you'd been hoping for.

"Oh, no, you're not interrupting anything! I'm so glad to see you," he beamed, reaching for your hands. Melissa cleared her throat from a few feet away, causing a smirk to creep over your lips, "Oh, right! Baby, this is Melissa, my opener. Melissa, this is-"

"I'm his girlfriend," you cut him off, holding your hand out to firmly shake hers. A surprised expression took over Shawn's features as he stared at you, unsure of if you'd meant to say that.

"Oh, I've, uh, I've heard so much about you," she spoke quietly, trying her best not to meet your piercing gaze.

"I can imagine, you know, with all the time you've been spending together," you pressed, alluding to her Instagram story. You turned to Shawn's lovesick face, cupping his cheek softly, "Baby, I've actually gotta run, I just wanted to pop in for a few minutes. I'll see you tonight?" you asked, fingers trailing down his chest and caressing his abs through his thin t-shirt.

"Oh, uh, actually, I think we're pretty much done here," he said bluntly, turning to grab his guitar from the stool, "I'll come with you, just let me grab my stuff."

"Mm, be quick," you said softly, pushing up on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. He inhaled sharply against your cheek, quickly bringing his free hand to your lower back and pulling you against him, clearly careless of who was watching.

You pulled away with a giggle, an eye on his ass as he turned around and put his guitar in its case. You could feel Melissa's stare burning into you, probably wishing for you to cease existing right about now. Shawn's arousal was visible through his pants, making you giddy over the effect you had on him. Carrying his guitar case, his free hand found yours and latched on. You walked down the steps and retrieved your purse on the way, Shawn stopping once the two of you had rounded the corner. He pulled you in a bit and grabbed a handful of your ass, tucking your bodies into a dim corner of the vacated bar.

"So, what was all that about?" he asked lowly as your lips ghosted over his jaw.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you teased, tugging his earlobe with your teeth. He let out a shaky breath, grip on your bum tightening.

"/Girlfriend/?" he reminded you, your gaze meeting his questioning one.

"Aren't I?" you responded, gripping his firm sides through his fitted t-shirt.

"Yeah, if you wanna be," he smiled, leaning in for a soft peck.

"Do you want that?" you asked, fingertips raking up his abs and resting on his chest.

"More than anything," he replied.

"Okay, boyfriend," you smiled, heart swelling as his eyes lit up and he pulled you impossibly closer, lips attacking yours. His teeth and tongue were all over your mouth, soft whimpers escaping his windpipe as his hand snaked into your hair and pulled your face harder against his. You were the first to pull away, gasping for air as you looked up at his cheeky grin.

"Wanna get out of here, Mendes?" you asked innocently, chuckling to yourself as you watched his eyes practically darken a shade. He nodded, leading you out toward the exit. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked you to the passenger's side of the Jeep and placed his guitar in the back seat. He was quick to hop in the driver's seat, firing up the car and eagerly pulling out of the parking lot. Your fingers danced up his denim-clad thigh, causing his breath to grow shaky as his knuckles went white on the wheel.

"Babe," he broke the silence, peeling your hand from his leg and interlacing your fingers, "you saw her story, didn't you?" he asked, earning a sigh from you. He was quick to kiss your hand, giving it a little squeeze.

"Yeah, I did," you said softly, "and I didn't like it," you added, earning a deep laugh from Shawn.

"I didn't want her to post it, but I was already being kinda irritable," he muttered, still holding your hand up to his lips, "It's just work, babe."

"I know," you sighed, "but she's so pretty. And talented. Just seems like she's a little more your speed."

Shawn broke out into a wide smile, looking over at you with wild eyes. "More my speed than what? My /girlfriend/?" he asked teasingly, releasing your hand and giving your thigh a pat.

"I know, I know. It's stupid when you put it that way," you said softly, looking out the window as he pulled up to your house, "Shawn?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't we go to your place, instead? We can hang out until class," you suggested. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Okay, wanna grab Chloe?" he asked, putting the car in park so you could run inside and retrieve your dog.

His condo was cleaner than it had been the last time you were there, and Shawn was also in a much better mood. You noticed his dark kitchen and lighter-looking living room, surrounded by a couple doorways that branched off to bedrooms and a washroom. You placed Chloe down on the kitchen tile and she wandered off, checking the place out.

"So, uh, this is my house," Shawn smiled, gesturing to the walls and doing a little spin. You laughed, taking a step closer to him and running your fingers up his sides.

"It's really nice," you whispered, eyes raking over his warm features and chiseled angles. His skin was clear but textured, and you couldn't help but reach for his face and brush your thumb over his cheek. "You're beautiful," you whispered softly, causing him to nuzzle into your palm.

"I'm not supposed to be beautiful, beautiful," he smiled, arms wrapping around your small frame, "shall we make dinner? We have to be there in an hour and a half," you nodded as he pulled away, reaching the fridge in a few strides, "We could make," he trailed off, scanning the contents of the refrigerator, "Spaghetti? I promise not to spill water all over you this time."

You laughed as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his thin torso, "Whatever you want, Shawn."

"Spaghetti it is," he smiled, pulling the jar of tomato sauce out of the fridge. You released him as he stepped toward one of the cupboards, pulling a bag of pasta from the top shelf. He bent down to grab a pot from under the counter, handing it to you to fill with water. In no time the noodles were done and Shawn was adding the sauce, giving it a stir and plopping it on two plates. He stood at the kitchen island across from you as you climbed on one of the bar stools, almost reaching his height.

"Hope it's not underdone," he mumbled as you twirled some spaghetti around your fork. He was filling two glasses with ginger ale, convinced that drinking water while eating with you was cursed.

"It's perfect," you muttered, mouth full of food and he chuckled, digging in.

"Fuck," he hissed, noticing that he'd already smeared sauce on his white t-shirt. You released a giggle, covering your mouth as he looked at you. "It's not funny," he laughed, trying to dab it with his napkin but it wasn't working.

"Gotta come off, then," you joked.

"Gonna throw it in the wash right now," he mumbled as his arms reached behind his neck and pulled the shirt from his fit body. He was all muscle and all yours, and you just about dropped your fork. His hand waved in front of your face, pulling you from your trance. "Hey, do I have to throw you in the wash on cold, too?" he asked, pecs flexing as he reached out to pat your hand. You could feel the blush erupting in your cheeks as you hid a smile. He turned on his heel and ran off to wherever he did his laundry, giving you a nice view of his muscular back. About a minute later he wandered back in, still shirtless and in his jeans. His necklace dangled on his bare chest and his curls were a little wild from slipping out of his tight shirt, and you were so fucked.

"You good?" he asked, trying not to laugh as your eyes were fixed on the soft hairs below his belly button. "Hey?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, yeah I'm fine," you said a little too quickly, distracting yourself with your dinner.

"You sure? I'm not," he paused with a smirk, "distracting you?" he asked, taking a step closer to you around the counter.

"No, not at all," you lied with a shake of your head, twirling your fork in the small amount of spaghetti that was left. He was right beside you now, breath hot on your neck as you tried not to look at him. His strong hands reached for your thighs, gently twisting you on the stool to face him. He spread your knees and stood between them, right in front of you.

"You're allowed to look, you know," he smiled, tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear. "And touch. We're together, you know," he said, running his large palms up and down your thighs.

"I know, it's just, it's so new," you said quietly, gazing into his chestnut eyes as they crinkled with his smile.

"You're adorable," he breathed, fingers back to twirling your hair. "I'm just saying, you don't have to get all weird around me."

"Shawn, you think I'm shy?" you giggled. "No, you're just really fucking hot," you laughed, shaking your head.

"Well, whatever it is, get used to it, because this is the new normal, okay? Us," he said softly, pulling your fingers against his bare skin. He smiled softly as your fingertips danced up his ribs and ghosted over his chest, toying with the silver pendant hanging from his neck. You felt the tiny hairs scattered above his sternum, raking your fingernails down the grooves of his abs. You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow as your index finger softly traced his happy trail. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling slightly agape as he breathed out, tilting his head against yours.

"Fuck," he whispered as your fingers teased his waistband, tracing the divots of his v-line as your legs wrapped around his.

"Shawn, we've gotta go soon," you whispered, running your fingers up to his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin, teasing him. He released a little whimper, mind running wild.

"Mm, I don't wanna," he smiled as you leaned in and planted a kiss at the base of his neck.

"You've gotta," you whispered back, interlacing your fingers as his eyes flickered open.

"But it's raining," he pouted, pointing out the window at the now-dark sky.

"Stop, Shawn, you've already missed one. Finish your dinner and then we can get you dressed."

You placed your plate in the dishwasher as Shawn shovelled his last few bites into his mouth, hand ghosting over your ass as you bent down. You shook your head with a giggle, not bothering to stop him.

"C'mon, I need clothes," he said, grabbing your damp hand and pulling you down the hall and into his bedroom. It was simple. Grey walls, a big bed, a dresser and a bathroom attached. A few guitars, his laptop. You sat down on the duvet and crossed your legs, inhaling his scent that surrounded you. The puppies followed closely, each curling up on either side of your legs.

He opened a drawer and pulled on a black t-shirt, turning to you for approval. "Shawn, it's a black t-shirt. It's fine," you giggled, noticing how tight it was on his biceps. He walked over to his closet and pulled out a green hoodie, stretching it over his head.

"'Crossfit'? Really?" you nodded toward the sweater skeptically.

"Do I work out? Yes. Do I do Crossfit? Fuck no," he laughed, taking a few steps toward you and the dogs. "We still have like, fifteen minutes."

"Yeah," you replied, reading the time on his alarm clock. He stood in front of you and leaned down for a kiss, taken aback when you pulled him down on top of you and laid down. The dogs didn't seem to be phased by it and Shawn was all smiles.

"What on earth could we do for fifteen minutes, I wonder," you giggled, bucking your hips against his growing bulge. He shook his head and kissed your cheek.

"You're unbelievable," he laughed, pulling away and supporting himself with either hand beside your head. "Babe, as much as I want to, we can't. Not now," his face fell. "It's gotta be perfect."

Your heart swelled but your pussy ached.

"Really, not some five-minute quickie in bed with our dogs," he laughed, earning a giggle from you, too. "It's gotta be good for you, I'm gonna need to take my time," he spoke softly, barely a whisper. You felt the ache between your thighs intensify at the thought of him truly taking his time, not bypassing foreplay like every other guy you'd been with.

"Soon, though?" you spoke, threading your fingers through his hair.

"Soon," he smiled, leaning down to your lips for a kiss.