Dreams Do Come True PART 1

Things Hit the Fan

After Mya and Charles left, I found myself alone in the house with Shawn. I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that lingered within me. My mind raced with questions about what was really going on and where my friends had disappeared to.

Shawn lounged on the couch, seemingly unfazed by the tension in the air. He was tall and lean, with a confident aura that exuded from his every movement. His dark skin contrasted sharply with the white T-shirt and jeans he wore, giving him a striking presence. Short, neatly trimmed hair framed his chiseled jawline, and a few tattoos peeked out from beneath his sleeves, hinting at a life beyond the ordinary.

"So, Tia, what's on your mind?" he asked casually, his deep voice cutting through the silence.

I hesitated for a moment, captivated by his intense gaze. Despite my reservations, there was something about Shawn's presence that commanded attention.

"I'm just worried about Mya and Charles. They've been gone for days, and I haven't heard from them," I confessed, breaking the spell momentarily.

Shawn nodded sympathetically, his piercing eyes softening with understanding. "I get it. But trust me, they're probably just tied up with some business. You know how it goes."

"Yeah, but it's not like them to disappear without a word," I pointed out, my concern deepening.

Shawn leaned forward, his expression serious, and I couldn't help but notice the subtle flex of muscles beneath his shirt. "Listen, Tia, I'll level with you. I may not know all the details of what they're up to, but I can tell you they're not in any immediate danger. They're smart and resourceful. They know what they're doing."

His words offered little comfort, but I appreciated his attempt to reassure me. "I hope you're right," I said quietly, unable to tear my gaze away from him.

Suddenly, Shawn's phone rang, breaking the moment of tension. He glanced at the caller ID and answered the call, his voice taking on a businesslike tone.

As he listened to the voice on the other end, his expression shifted subtly. "Got it. I'll be there," he said before hanging up.

"Everything okay?" I asked, noticing the change in his demeanor.

Shawn sighed, running a hand through his hair, and I couldn't help but admire the way the muscles in his arms flexed with the movement. "Yeah, just some business I need to take care of. Look, Tia, I know things have been rough lately, but try not to worry too much. I'll keep an eye out for you."

I nodded, grateful for his concern. Despite my reservations, there was something about Shawn's presence that offered a sense of security in the midst of uncertainty.

As Shawn headed out the door, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to him than met the eye. But for now, all I could do was wait and hope that Mya and Charles would return safely.