𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐞 → 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬 (𝐢𝐢)

nineteen [t]

friday,
may 17th, 2020

TRINITY HAYSON

I'm just about finished plaiting my hair in two French braids when my phone buzzes on my bed. I grab it after shoving my hairbrush in a nearby drawer.

Unknown:
Hey. It's Shawn.

I'm puzzled for a moment before remembering that I removed his phone number from my contacts. I quickly add it back in, wondering why he's texting.

Shawn:
Wasn't sure if u still had my number. Are u home?

Trinity:
i am home. why?

Shawn:
Are u busy?

I bite my lip, my heart jumping a little at his text. After telling Shawn how I want him to prove his love for me, I did not expect him to jump at the chance so soon. It's a nice surprise, I guess. It's also a little nerve-wracking.

I eventually reply, deciding on a playful response.

Trinity:
i'll have to check my schedule. ;)

Shawn:
Ha ha. Funny, Hayson.

Trinity:
lucky for you, i'm free

Shawn:
Great, cause I'm outside. :)

I chuckle, fighting off a beaming grin. He's outside? How presumptuous. I have to say that I'm sort of impressed. He told me he's staying in New York for two weeks, and if my calculations are correct, those two weeks are almost up. I'm quite flattered that he's using his expiring time here in the city to see me. Honestly, when I was at his hotel room last night, I didn't expect him to invest much time into me at first. I thought maybe he'd wait until his next visit to NYC. Clearly not.

Trinity:
how romantic. my guest code is 3232

A glance in the mirror reminds me I'm half naked. I'm sure this visitor in particular wouldn't mind, but I decide to dress myself. I quickly pull on a pair of black and grey plaid pyjama bottoms, thinking of how silly they look with my oversized, pale yellow jumper. I shrug it off, slipping into my UGG slippers that were a gift from my mother last Christmas.

I retreat to my kitchen slash living area, seating myself on the small couch. My knee bounces in anticipation and I anxiously bite my lip. Okay, I'm most definitely nervous. I'm not sure how to act around him. I miss him so fucking much but he can't know that. I'm not going to let him know the power he has over me, not so soon anyways. I truly do want him to convince me he's a better man, that he's changed and is willing to love me — and only me — unconditionally.

It scares me to think that he won't be able to do so.

I suddenly come to my senses after hearing a knock at the door. I clear my throat and stand up, approaching the wooden door and unlocking it. I hesitate, resting my head against the cold wood. I shake my head, dismissing my negative thoughts and quickly pulling the door wide open.

Shawn stands there, a large bouquet of red roses clutched in his right hand and what seems to be a bag of groceries held in his left. My heart swells as he offers a timid smile. I give him a sly once over, noting how handsome he's dressed in black jeans, blacked out Converse and a tight, ribbed, white long sleeve.

"Hi," I whisper finally, leaning against the door, grabbing ahold of the silver handle tighter to brace myself.

He looks so fucking good.