Shawn by Amelia Mae

Aya
Coast is clear. Now I can focus on helping my friend get into the drummer’s pants. Or at least I think I can until I see six feet of sun-kissed skin, muscle, and the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen walking towards us. And then it hits me like a ton of bricks. I’m flushed. Frantic. Fluttering like a hummingbird. Lightheaded. My knees are getting weak. It’s all I can do not to whimper. Pretty sure I know this feeling. Pure, unadulterated lust.I haven’t felt it in forever. Good thing too. It almost ruined me. I look up at Shawn. He’s completely lost in the music, the corner of his mouth turned up into a small smile, despite everything. He looks down at me and winks. I feel my face get hot and my palms are slick. He’s getting sweaty. I immediately picture him bare-chested again and feel that familiar throbbing between my legs. Here it comes. It’s official, I’m in lust with Shawn Kinney. Which means that I have to get the fuck out of here. Now.

Shawn
Aya has that perfect laugh. Sweet, bright and genuine. The kind of laugh I could listen to every day. And there’s a smattering of freckles on her nose. I’m such a sucker for freckles. Stop it. You can’t be thinking like that, I tell myself. You’re fresh off of a breakup. You can’t want someone new just yet. Only, I definitely can.Her eyes close. Mine do too. It feels so good to be touched. To have a woman in my arms. To have Aya in my arms. Fuck, I’ve got to let her go before I fall in love with her.I had no idea what I was in for when I invited the mysterious blue-haired girl to my party. And I certainly didn’t expect this.