Mr. Mendes | shawn mendes

nine.

"Yes, ma'am. Have fun. Tell dad I said I love him, too. Bring me something back from Chicago!"

"Will do, sweetheart. See you tomorrow. Love you!"

"Love you too. Bye, ma," I smiled as I hung my phone up, before exiting out of the laundry room and down to the kitchen.

I began to look through the cabinets for something to eat, when my phone starting ringing and Sasha's name flashed onto the screen.

"Helloo?"

"Are you busy?" Her cheery voice asked.

"No, why?"

"Good. I hope you're dressed, too. We'll be there in fifteen with food and movies. Love you!"

"You better," I grinned, hanging up as I shook my head.

I made my way to the living room, opening the storage closet to grab the extra blankets the girls and I always used when they came over, only to be interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

My brows furrowed in confusion, knowing it was too early for the girls to be here, so I cautiously looked through the window.

Shawn stood there, a small bag in his hands as he waited for me to open the door.

I had two options; one, pretend I wasn't home and wait until he went away, or two, open the door and actually face him.

Groaning internally, I decided to face him. I opened the door slowly, folding a piece of hair back behind my hair as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Hi," I spoke softly, offering a small, shy smile due to the fact that I was only in underwear and a long shirt.

"Christ, Julianna, ever think about answering my calls?" Shawn spoke, his tone a bit irritated but his expression was clearly relieved.

"God, Shawn, I left. It's not like you woke up to a pool of my blood and a letter saying I was kidnapped." I couldn't help but roll my eyes, but deep down, I couldn't help but get excited over the fact that he was concerned and worried about me.

"You could've answered my calls, Julianna." He frowned, crossing his arms.

"And you could've at least let me sleep in your bed after dry-fucking me, Shawn." I shot back, crossing my arms to mirror him.

His face twisted up for a moment, only to be covered by a smirk as he raised a brow. "Dry-fucking? Really?"

"You know what I mean!" I threw my arms up in annoyance, shaking my head as he handed me the small bag with a chuckle.

"Dry-fucking. Hm. Here's your clothes, by the way."

"Oh, um, thank you." I frowned, taking the bag as I pointed behind me and into the house. "I'm washing yours now. I'll find a way to return it."

"Or I could just come in," Shawn hummed, one of his hands moving to my waist, causing heat to rush through my body. "I'll wait with you."

"No, my friends are coming over, which is why you need to leave." I moved his hand away, shaking my head.

"C'mon, Julianna," His voice lowered slightly as he stepped inside and pressed his fingers against my thigh. "Let me touch you."

"Shawn," I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster as I looked up at him.

His eyes were darker than usual, and the look on his face was expecting with a small smirk as he waited for me to say yes or no.

"Quick, Shawn, that's it." I hissed as I shut the door and twisted the lock.