A knock at the front door pulled your attention from your book, your head snapping up to see Shawn practically sprinting to answer it. Half-naked.

"Thanks," he muttered, signing for the package with his right hand and using his left to hold the towel wrapped loosely around his waist. He hid most of himself behind the door as he carefully took the box and waved goodbye to the mailman.

"I could've answered it," you giggled, you eyes raking over his bare middle as he sighed with a grin. His cheeks and chest were rosy from the shower, his curls a wet mop on top of his head. There was a minor bulge beneath his towel.

"I wanted to," he spoke, making his way over to the kitchen table where you were seated. "But," he grinned as he plunked the cardboard box in front of you, "open it up."

You gave him a questioning look, praying to the universe that it wasn't some sort of expensive gift. "Shawn, you better not hav-," you started, cutting yourself off as you unwrapped the metal from its bubble wrap, "Oh my God." They were handcuffs. He ordered fucking handcuffs.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," he grinned, giddy as ever. The blush creeping up his cheeks was unmistakeable, but he seemed to be more excited than ashamed. "I just know that we agreed to try new things, and I thought this would be a good start."

"I-I, I don't know what to say," you stuttered, grinning with a shake of your head. "Y-yes," you looked up at him, noticing the water droplets falling from his wet hair as he leaned back in relief. "Yes, I'd love to."

"Thank God," he sighed, tucking his chair in to lean a little closer to you. "I leave in the morning, so I was thinking we could give them a try tonight."

"What?" your heart sank and you weren't really sure why. "Where are you going?"

"S'just a short promo tour, nothing crazy," he assured you, reaching out to put a hand on your thigh but seemingly rethinking it, rerouting it to his own. "I'll only be away for a week."

"A week?" you asked, trying not to sound too desperate. "You're leaving me alone in your house for a week?"

"It's your house too!" he smiled, shaking his head at your innocence. "You'll be fine. You're a big girl."

"That I am," you grinned, closing your book as you turned to face him, a devilish smirk adorning your plump lips. "A big girl who does big girl things." He shook his head at you with a boyish grin.

"What are you, um," he shifted in his seat, the gears clearly turning inside of his head. His palm pressed on his towel, an unmistakeable bulge growing visible. You had him right where you wanted him.

"I mean," you spoke lowly, slipping off of your chair and onto your knees, directly in front of him, "if you'll let me."

"Jesus," he groaned, running his fingers through his wet hair. He looked down at you, hands still concealing the lump in his towel. He sharply inhaled as you reached out and raked your fingernails up his shins, the thin hairs of his legs beneath you fingertips. "Fuck, baby, I'll let you do anything."

"Good boy," you grinned, pushing off of your heels and leaning forward, settling your middle between his knees. He quickly moved his hands from his hard-on, wrapping his long fingers around the edge of the chair on either side of him. As you peeled the towel from his middle, his eyes fluttered shut and a furrow formed between his brows.

His length sprung upward, the rosy tip practically begging you to wrap your lips around it. His cock jumped as you ran your fingers up his muscular thighs, giving them a little squeeze as you looked up at him lazily, tilting your head up.

"Beautiful," he grinned, his head falling to the side as his amber eyes burned into your own. "So fucking beautiful."

"You're getting into dangerous territory, Mendes," you grinned, squeezing his thigh a little harder. "Shawn, baby," you paused, dipping your head so your lips were just inches from his rosy tip, "tell me what you want."

"Want you," he cleared his throat, squirming a little in his seat. You raised an eyebrow, indicating his answer wasn't good enough. He rephrased, "Want your pretty lips, baby."

"Where?" you snapped, your fingers inching closer to his base. "Tell me where."

"Want them," he groaned, "want them around my cock."

"Mm," you hummed, reaching forward and wrapping your small fingers around his shaft, "bet you'd love that."

He sighed as you pumped him a few times, leaning forward to lick a hot stripe from his base to his tip. He groaned desperately, bucking his hips up a little to get more of you.

"Ah ah ah," you scolded, leaning back and releasing your grip on him, "slow down, tiger. I'll get there soon enough."

He ran his fingers through his hair for what seemed like the eightieth time, giving you an apologetically eager look. "M'sorry," he grunted, his antsy fingers tapping the sides of the wooden chair beneath him. Slowly, he reached out to cup your cheek. It was gentle--delicate, even. He was being careful with you. His thumb brushed your cheekbone and you leaned into his hand, quickly turning your head and planting a soft kiss on his palm. As if automatically, he leaned forward, his stomach folding as he aligned his lips with your forehead and very tenderly kissed your skin, a soft hum escaping his throat. You saw stars.

Your fingers crept up his middle and rested on his chest, pushing him back into place slowly. He exhaled with a grin, suddenly remembering the circumstances and that you were just seconds away from having his cock in your mouth. You leaned down and kissed his thigh because it felt right. His breath faltered, his right hand finding your left and squeezing, clinging onto something he wasn't sure was there. You didn't know what this was anymore, but it didn't matter. Nothing did. It was only you and him and he was sweating, begging for you and you were ready to give him everything he wanted because he was everything you wanted.

You let him hold your hand, told yourself it was just this once. That it wouldn't happen again--couldn't happen again. You lied.

His eyes lit up when you finally leaned forward, gently taking the firm head of his cock between your lips. You were careful, trying to be as soft as possible as you sloppily suckled at his tip, flicking your tongue back and forth over the beautiful divot in his flesh. He was squirming, eyes squeezed shut as he resisted the urge to buck his hips forward and ruin everything. He had to be gentle with you.

His hand left yours and found your hair, twirling the strands between his long fingers as you took in more of him, your lips sliding down his shaft with ease. He moaned at the feeling, stomach muscles clenching in front of you and making it difficult not to smile. You did that to him.

His palm moved to your scalp and pressed gently, suggesting you take more. You tried, the head of his cock hitting the back of your mouth as you tried not to gag on his length, enjoying the high-pitched whimper that escaped his lips at the feeling of your throat muscles contracting around his tip.

You lifted your head when it became too much, gasping for air as his hand found yours again. Your free one wrapped around his slick cock and began slowly pumping, a smile crossing his features as he placed his hand over yours and twisted it a little.

"Just like that, fuck," he whispered, his head tilting back a bit to expose his long neck. He continued to guide you, showing you how he liked it. How he liked you. "So good to me," he grinned, looking down at you again. You blushed and you weren't sure why—if there was any time to blush it was when his dick was down your throat. But it came with the praise.

You leaned in again, sticking your tongue out to lick the head of his cock. You continued pumping the base, twisting it the way he liked. Encapsulating him with your lips, you were back to having him in your mouth, sloppily pushing him in and out until his thighs were trembling on the kitchen chair. He remained unsure of what to do with his hands, moving them from his damp hair to the wooden seat to your fingers, muttering incoherent mantras of praise.

You hummed around him, your free hand reaching to massage his balls as he let out a loud groan, one you knew all too well.

"Fuck, shit, I'm close," he panted, your eyes fluttering open to be met with a flush creeping down his stomach. "W-where should I?" he asked with great urgency.

You leaned back a bit, only leaving the tip of his cock in your mouth. Looking up at him, a realization crossed his features as he began to speak, "You don't have t-" but you cut him off with a shake of your head.

"Fuck, fuck," he whispered, followed by a series of moans as he exploded in your mouth, "thank you, ah," he groaned, thighs shaking a bit as you quickly swallowed everything he had given you and released him from your mouth.

You kissed his thigh again. It felt right.

By the time you looked up at him, a massive grin was plastered across his rosy cheeks. Without a word, he reached for your hands and pulled you onto his very naked lap, encapsulating you in the biggest bear-hug you'd ever received.

"You okay?" you giggled, breathing in the scent of his shower gel mixed with his sweat as you were pressed against his damp chest, rising and falling with his deep breaths.

"More than okay," he muttered softly, his big hands rubbing your back over your t-shirt.

He had rearranged you again, this time holding your cheeks in his hands as his lips ghosted over yours. Finally, he gave in, kissing you with everything he had as a low moan escaped his lips. He licked into your mouth, likely tasting himself on your tongue. That probably turned him on—knowing it was his taste on your tongue. You hoped it did.

He released you from his death-grip, gazing at you with wide eyes and an even wider grin.

"Thank you," he spoke.

"Still gonna leave me all alone for a week, Mendes?" you quipped with a grin, your fingertips ghosting up his bare sides. He looked sad.

"Wanna come help me pack?" Shawn pouted as you paused The Bachelorette.

"Shouldn't you be, like, a pro by now?" you asked, a little annoyed that he interrupted you. But also relieved that he did.

"You can just watch," he insisted, padding over to the couch and standing in front of you, reaching for your small hands. You gripped his fingers, allowing him to pull you off of the cushions with a sigh. Without warning, he bent over and threw his arms around your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder.

"Shawn!" you squealed, gripping his torso as he waddled into his bedroom, a giggling mess. "Put me down!"

He plopped you down on his mattress, his body collapsing on top of yours as the two of you broke into a laughing fit. Once he had caught his breath, he laid there a second, arms still hugging your middle. His head rested on your ribs.

"It's so nice having you here, you know that?" he asked quietly, causing your heart to do a flip. You slid your fingers into his hair and combed through the curls, unable to suppress the grin creeping up your lips.

"S'nice being here," you smiled, patting his shoulders you spoke, "C'mon rockstar, you've gotta pack."

"'Rockstar'?" he giggled as he sat up, shimmying his way off the duvet and standing at the foot of the bed, "I like it."

You were sure to peel back his covers and crawl into his side of the bed as he pulled folded clothes from his drawers. His sheets were soft and a pale grey, almost matching the muted colour of the walls. You watched in silence as he placed all of his toiletries into a small leather bag, carefully arranging them to fit snugly. An inner dread you had been trying to keep deep within the confines of your brain lifted as he zipped his duffel up—he didn't pack condoms.

"I'm packed," he nodded, lifting the bag off of the mattress and placing it up against the wall, his bicep flexing as he did.

"So I've noticed," you muttered, his covers now all the way up to your neck.

"I see you're pretty cozy in there," he giggled, peeling back the blankets on the opposite side of the bed and crawling in with you.

"Still cold though," you spoke, laughing as your icy toes slid up his warm shins and made him gasp.

"Jesus, why are you always freezing?" he asked in shock, finding your hands within the sheets and squeezing them in his. You scooted over, snuggling up to his warm chest. He welcomed you.

"Dunno," you giggled, a calm washing over you as his body heat began to transfer. "Where are you off to, anyway?"

"New York," he mumbled, "going to a few radio stations. I think there's some event, maybe two, even."

"So, I'll get pictures of you in a suit?" you asked excitedly, a laugh rumbling his chest next to your ear.

"I'll put on a suit anytime you want," he grinned, leaning down to kiss your hair. Your stomach jumped.

"I'd rather see you out of the suit," you mumbled under your breath, nuzzling his hard chest. He shifted on the mattress.

"What was that?" he snapped with a wide smile, rolling you onto your back and hovering over your small frame.

"M'nothin'," you giggled, your heart swelling at the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled at you.

"Say it," he spoke softly, dipping his head down to plant the softest kiss on your neck.

"Nope," you smiled, popping the 'p.'

"Say it," he insisted, gently nipping at your jaw with his teeth. "Say it or I'll suck your neck purple. I know you're seeing your parents this weekend," he smiled against your skin, his lips and tongue beginning to massage your collarbone. You felt him start to suck.

"Fine!" you laughed, his fluffy curls tickling your ear, "I'd rather see you out of the suit!"

"And why's that?" he asked lowly, his face meeting yours again. His eyes were dark.

"Because," you paused, reaching up to cover your eyes with your hands. Your cheeks were turning pink. His head dipped down to nudge your nose with his, insisting you go on. "Because when you're naked, it usually means you're gonna fuck me."

"Mm," he grinned, clearly satisfied with your words. "And is that what you want?" he questioned, leaning to the side to tug on your earlobe with his teeth. Your thighs were burning.

"Fuck, yes," you gulped, your hands tugging his shirt up under the covers. His skin was on fire. "Yes, Shawn."

"Say it," he whispered, beginning to suck on the skin below your ear, no doubt turning it red.

"Fuck me," you whispered, your nails digging into his bare sides as his teeth seared your skin.

"Louder, baby," he pressed, moving his lips to suck on your collarbone.

"Fuck me, Shawn," you groaned, bucking your hips up to graze his crotch.

"As you wish," he grinned, pulling away from your neck with a look of satisfaction.

He shoved the covers off of your bodies, pushing back on his knees to slip his t-shirt from his torso. You shimmied out of yours, leaving your upper half bare as his eyes widened at the sight of you.

"So beautiful," he smiled, leaning down to suck your right nipple into his mouth. You gasped at the sensation, tugging on his curls roughly and causing him to groan against your flesh. "Nope," he sat up, "I can't have your hands on me."

"What?" you asked in confusion, your fingers running over the ripples of his abs. "Why?"

"Need you to really feel it, baby," he spoke softly, a sly grin hiding behind his sweet facade.

He got up from the bed and ran out to the kitchen, a clinking sound reminding you of earlier that day. He was back in an instant with a pink flush creeping down his chest, more prominent than the few hairs littered over his skin.

"You okay with this?" he asked seriously, unlocking the cuffs and placing the key on his nightstand.

"Mhm," you nodded, biting your lip as your hands shot up toward the headboard, practically begging to be bound.

"If you want to stop, just tell me," he said, leaning over you to run the chain though one of the rungs and lock each of your hands in a cuff. "Feel okay? Is that too tight?"

"It's perfect, Shawn," you giggled, shifting your elbows a bit to make sure you wouldn't be in pain later.

"Okay," he nodded, more to himself than to you.

He settled himself between your legs once again, his face lined up with yours. His eyes flickered from your own to your lips and suddenly, he went for it, capturing your pout in a soft kiss. You opened your mouth to welcome him, his tongue growing persistent as he kissed you with passion and force. His teeth hit yours and his tongue explored your mouth, a deep groan erupting from his throat as he began grinding his bulge on your inner thigh.

His lips moved to your neck, gliding over the sensitive skin achingly slowly. His tongue trailed its way to your collarbones, giving equal love to both as he shifted his way downward to begin suckling at your breasts. Your back arched as he licked up the valley in the middle of your chest, the handcuffs around your wrists loudly responding. Shawn giggled against your skin with a shake of his head, his eyes flickering up to meet yours as he sucked a dark hickey on the side of your left boob.

"Shawn," you gasped, "fuck, please."

"Nope," he mumbled against your skin, his large hand covering most of your side. "Not taking your pants off till my mouth has touched everything up here," he spoke, his lips ghosting over your ribs.

You grinned frustratedly, elated that he wanted to make you feel good but eager to have him where you needed him most. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his soft, wet lips gliding against every inch of your torso. He hummed against you, licking a circle around your belly button before kissing the dampened skin. No area was left untouched. No area was left unloved.

He planted a kiss on each of your hipbones before looking up at you with a boyish grin, his fingers teasing the waistband of your leggings.

"Please," you whispered, your hips wiggling between his palms. His grin grew wider as he kneeled between your legs, peeling the fabric from your skin. He took your panties off with them.

"Gorgeous," he mumbled, leaning forward to kiss your left thigh, as you had for him earlier in the day.

Christ, did he ever take his time. Each leg was covered in his kisses as he worked his way up and down, then back up, and then back down again. It was agonizing, the way he softly kissed your knee and drilled his hips into the mattress, desperate to feel something, anything. He needed you, but more importantly, needed you to know that he needed you.

His hands were everywhere his mouth had been, softly rubbing and drawing comforting circles with his massive fingers. You watched his swallow tattoo as his palm slid down your naked thigh, losing sight of it when he moved it to the back of your leg and pinned it forward, revealing to him your soaking heat.

He audibly moaned at the sight. His cheeks went a deeper shade of red as he eyed your core, biting his lip before kissing his way up your inner thighs. Your eyes fluttered shut, praying he'd get to it when you gasped as he sucked the sensitive skin of your leg into his mouth, likely leaving a purple bruise where your thigh met your crotch.

Of course, he had to do the same to the other side. It felt right.

It was a sinful sight, watching his eyes meet yours as he dipped his tongue between your folds, beginning his exploration. He lapped up your taste, moaning into your heat before working his lips up to your clit and sucking the mound into his burning mouth. You instinctively tugged on the restraints, jingling the metal as he grinned against your most sensitive skin.

"Shawn, fuck, more," you gasped, bucking your hips forward to grind against his face.

"Shh, not yet," he spoke softly, replacing his mouth with his hand as he sunk a long finger between your walls, "wanna take my time with you."

Your head fell against the pillows as his face rested on your thigh, watching his index and middle fingers slip in and out of you. The sounds coming from your mouth were almost as filthy as the ones coming from your pussy, Shawn's grin clearly a reaction to both.

Without warning, he leaned in again, wrapping his lips around your clit. His fingers curled inside of you as his lips worked you to the edge, showing no mercy as he sucked pure whimpers from your body.

"Fuck, fuck, don't stop," you cried, squeezing your eyes shut as your pressed your face against your elevated arm. You felt the need to grip onto something—anything—and the warm feeling creeping down your abdomen was a warning of what was to come.

"Babe, fuck, m'gonna come," you spoke, barely. Shawn's lips were replaced by his tongue, carefully lapping at your clit to slow down your barreling orgasm. He lifted his head.

"Not yet, sweetheart," he mumbled, slowing his fingers before retracting them from your dripping heat. You sighed, opening your eyes to see his own burning into yours. It was a sight to be seen, his head between your thighs, chocolate eyes looking up at you as he placed his fingers between his lips, transferring your taste onto his tongue.

"Oh my God, Shawn, please," you whimpered, wrists tugging at the restraints, "please let me come."

"I'll let you come," he grinned, wrapping his wet fingers around your thigh, "But I need you to come around my cock."

"A-anything," you gulped, the sweat pooling in your hairline threatening to drip down your temple. You could only imagine the flush creeping down your chest.

He pushed back on his knees, sliding his swollen gym shorts and briefs down his thighs. You moaned at the sight of his pink cock already dripping for you. Everything about him was perfect.

"Shawn, unlock me," you whimpered, wrists tugging at the headboard as you pleaded with him.

"Are you okay?" his worried eyes snapped up as he wiggled the shorts off of his ankles, kneeling. Naked.

"Yeah, I just need to touch you," you begged. He was so warm. And soft. You longed to feel his skin.

"Baby, as much as I want that," he shook his head with a smirk, "I can't untie you."

You groaned, his length pressing against your thigh making you more frustrated.

You channeled all of your sense of feeling to your leg, appreciating the bit of skin of his that was on yours as he stretched to pull a condom from his bedside table. You watched with a pout as he ripped the packet open with his teeth and began to roll the latex down his length, both of you wishing you were doing it for him.

His eyes met yours with a look of satisfaction as he shifted down the bed again, his lips inches from your sternum. He slowly began to kiss his way up—just as he had down—leaving you shaking beneath his touch. He muttered words of praise under his breath as his lips massaged your reddened skin, incoherent whimpers escaping your mouth every time you felt his teeth on you.

You waited patiently as he worked his way up your hot neck, looking forward to when he'd finally reach your lips. It promised a kiss.

His face found yours as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your own, the swell of his pout evident in the way it moved against you.

"Shawn, need you," you muttered against his mouth desperately, but he didn't stop.

"Baby, please," he groaned into your mouth, "please just let me kiss you."

You nodded gently, welcoming his tongue as he kissed you with everything he had. His entire body was kissing you, moving against you, swallowing you whole in the best way. It felt safe but dangerous. You felt at home but lost. It was the most painful pleasure, knowing he was giving all of himself to you but he wasn't truly yours.

"Okay," he panted with a grin, resting his dewy forehead against your own. "Ready?"

You bit your lip with a nod, lifting your hips a bit to line up with his throbbing tip. He pushed forward, slowly stretching you out in the most delicious way. The moan that left his lips was borderline embarrassing, causing him to shut his eyes as he got lost in the feeling of you fitting snugly around him.

"You feel so fucking good," he whispered, forehead crinkling as he found a rhythm and gently slid in and out of your walls.

"Please," you begged, "please let me fucking touch you."

It was agonizing, the feeling of him filling you but your being unallowed to rub his sides or scratch his shoulders or run your fingers through his wild curls.

"As long as you're gentle with me," he spoke in the softest tone, slowing his thrusts to rest for a second. He felt so big. "M'not sure I could handle much more."

"I promise, I promise I'll be gentle," you pleaded, capturing his lips in a kiss as he nodded softly.

He pulled out of your core, the condom soaked in your wetness as he leaned forward to retrieve the key from the nightstand. His chest was in your face as he unlocked you and you couldn't help but lean forward a few inches and kiss his skin, grazing his nipple with your teeth and causing him to squirm.

"You said you'd be gentle," he giggled, his chest hair tickling your cheek as your wrists each snapped free. You wasted no time reaching forward, running your fingers up his smooth sides and giving his shoulders a squeeze as he realigned himself, pushing into you once again.

"I couldn't help it," you grinned, your small palms finding his cheeks and pulling his lips down to yours as his hips rocked forward, filling you to the brim with his cock.

He swallowed your moans as his lips never left yours, your hands only going as far as moving from his cheeks up into his hair. It was so gentle, as if he was afraid he might break you. You never considered that it might break him.

His teeth nipped your lower lip and you gave his curls a tug, pulling a groan from his throat. A smile crept up his lips as his right hand came down on your thigh with a gentle smack, leading you to cry out unexpectedly.

You pulled his hair harder, kissing him sloppily as his hips began to pound into you, his cock sliding in and out of your soaked heat with ease.

It only got harder, faster, leaving the two of you moaning messes as he tried to keep the high-pitched whimpers to a minimum, the feeling of your warm walls contracting around him bringing him to the edge. It all became too much as his hand that seemed to be everywhere all at once reached between your bodies and began to work on your clit, applying just enough pressure to have you calling out for him.

"That's it, baby," he cooed, his hips smacking your inner thighs as he relentlessly filled you with his cock. "Come for me."

"F-fuck," was all you could seem to get out, aching for the feeling of him twitching inside of you to push you over the edge. "With me," you groaned, hoping he would understand what you meant.

He went harder, ramming your core as he massaged your clit with his thumb, your hands alternating between gripping his sheets to gripping his shoulders. His breath was hot in your ear and you imagined his eyes were squeezed shut as he grunted with each thrust.

His free hand that was supporting himself found yours on the sheets, wrapping around your fist as his forehead pressed against yours.

"Come for me," he begged, and that was it.

You shook beneath him as your walls tightened, a euphoria washing over your entire body as he shuddered on top of you, releasing everything he had into the condom.

He collapsed on top of you, his hand failing to release yours. Both of you were out of breath, waiting for someone to say something—anything—because it had never been like that. Neither of you knew what that meant.

You patted his arm and he rolled off of you, hissing at the sensitivity of his cock as it slid out of your core. His grin stretched from ear to ear and it was contagious, forcing a smile onto your face.

"Thank you," you breathed, his hand still on yours, thumb now rubbing your fingers.

He just smiled. There were no words to express what he was feeling, both within himself and for you. The sex spoke for itself.

"Okay, big guy," you spoke quietly, sitting up. "I'm gonna go to bed."

His face fell at your words, but you couldn't bear to let this go any further. You were already pushing it. As you leaned forward to crawl off of his mattress, his hand tightened around yours as he spoke.

"Wait," he snapped, your eyes flickering down to meet his, "Please stay."

"Stay?" you grimaced, unsure if you wanted to wander into such dangerous territory.

He nodded and gulped, voice shaky with nerves, "Please, just stay here," he pleaded, still rubbing your hand. "I leave tomorrow."

You stayed.

You woke up in an empty bed that wasn't your own. The pale grey sheets clouded your vision as your heart sank, remembering that Shawn was leaving and probably had already gone. Warmth fled back into your limbs at the sound of the tap running in the washroom.

"Morning, gorgeous," he wandered over to you from the ensuite, fully clothed and looking heavenly. He sat on the edge of the bed, grinning at your puffy eyes. "Stay here, s'okay," he spoke softly, rubbing your side over the thick duvet. "I've gotta go, but I'll be back before you know it. I'll call when I land," he said, quickly realizing his words, "I-I mean, only if you want me t-"

"Yes, please call me when you land," you muttered with a grin, your hand navigating its way out of the covers to hold his.

"Okay," he smiled, leaning down to press his warm lips to your forehead. He stood. Your heart sank.

"Goodbye," you spoke softly, trying your best not to feel sad. It wasn't working.

"No, not goodbye," he piped up, kneeling at your side. "See you soon," he corrected you, nudging your nose with his and pecking your lips softly. You felt giddy. You thought that maybe it was the fatigue. You knew it was him.

"Oh," he called from the doorway, catching your attention, "and if a package arrives, I want you to open it."

And with that, he was gone. You moved to his side of the bed, deeply inhaling his scent and paying attention to the feeling of his sheets on your bare skin. You nodded off.

You had a deja-vu as a knock at the door pulled your attention from your book, except this time, Shawn wasn't there to answer it. You padded over to the entrance, leaning into the peephole and recognizing the mailman from the day before. You swung the door open and signed for the package, thanking him as he left.

Shawn had told you to open anything that arrived. You wondered what he was up to.

You took the box to the counter and cut the tape with a steak knife, daintily peeling back the tissue paper. You felt the baby blue fabric in your fingers, gasping at the intricacies of the lace.

It was the most beautiful lingerie set you'd ever laid eyes on.

As if on cue, your phone started to ring.

"Hey, rockstar," you spoke cooly, unable to help the grin forming on your lips.

"Hey, just landed!" Shawn spoke a little too loudly into the microphone, relief settling your stomach.

"Thank God," you spoke with a shaky breath, "So, um, a package arrived. I opened it."

"Yes," he said, and you could practically see the sly smirk across his cheeks.

"Um, is it, uh, is this-"

"For you?" he asked, "Course it is."

"Wow, Shawn, you really didn't have to do that," you sighed, holding the bralette in your fingers.

"Yeah, I did," he said happily. He lowered his voice, "but you better not put it on until I'm home."

"Really?" you fake-pouted, biting your lip. "I was thinking I'd slip into it right now, actually."

"I'd rather you wa-," he stopped himself, a huff of air sounding in your ear. "Alright, but send pictures."

You bit your lip.