Michael's POV

"Your dad?" He asks as the shock is evident on his face. Then the said feeling is outweighed by what seems like anger which he's desperately trying to hold on to.

He suddenly stands up as my heart beats wondering what he is thinking right now. "Let's go."

His stern voice catches me off guard for a moment but I quickly stop him from stepping out of the room.

"What? Where?"

"He's going to jail."

I knew it. And this is what I don't want.

"No stop."

He stiffens and turns to me slowly as he looks at me with wide eyes. I know what's coming next.

"What? Seriously Michael!?" He looks at me like I've said the dumbest thing ever. Maybe I did.

"P-please just let it be." I stare down at the floor unable to keep up with his fuming stare.

He steps forward in a swift motion making me stumble and my back hits the wall. His lips mold with mine and I don't miss a beat to join the breathy battle. The kiss tells me all he has on his mind. He goes hard and rough biting my lips in the process. I gasp as I taste the blood but relish in the feeling. He pulls away just enough that his lips tenderly touch my swollen ones. Completely out of breath, now it's a staring battle. His hooded eyes scare me and turn me on at the same time igniting fireworks in my belly.

This is not the time.

"I said what I said Michael." He whispers on my lips in a deep husky voice. I struggle to keep up with all the tingly sensations. "He deserves it...you deserve it."

It was a clear statement and I know he's not going to back off.

But I'm scared.

"I'm scared." I say the same thing that's going on in my mind.

"Don't be. You've got me love."

Those mere words leave me breathless and I somehow start feeling safe and assured.

"What if- ahh" His lips suck on my neck so hard as they trail down sloppily along my jawline that I'm sure it will form a bruise there. "What about you..I'm worried for you."

"Don't be." He repeats the same words and hums in my neck. My knees give up instantly and now I'm too weak to argue. Taking his time to carve, he moves back to my lips giving a small loving peck. His eyes proudly admire his artwork on my neck and then lock with mine making me blush hard.

This sneaky boy..

He smirks mischievously before turning serious again. "It needs to be done." Once again, he comes close as his cheeks brush with mine and there he goes with the whispering again.

"No one has the right to bruise you except me baby. The game's on."

I shiver and I probably look like a tomato now. His sly wink doesn't help either and I breath out when he walks out of the room. My whole body is on fire. His words alone affect me so much that I fear his actions all the more. I set my hair, straightening out my clothes. Soon, Shawn comes back wearing his joggers. It's hard to look at him in the eye now. He chuckles teasingly before holding my hand as we walk out.

We are seated silently as he drives to my house. I don't think much as the words suddenly escape my lips.

"These bruises are the only ones I don't mind."

The car stops abruptly and luckily, it's a signal. He stays stiff in his position before turning to the side. He looks at me with hooded eyes and turns ahead again. He clears his throat before speaking.

"We need some time tonight."

W-what?

My head snaps up at him and I unable to form a coherent sentence.

I should have just kept my mouth shut.

***

I stand by his side as the cops drag my drunk father out of the house who is rambling angry words and throwing a string of curses. He looks fiercely at Shawn and I clutch on his sleeve tightly. Shawn remains unfazed and smirks evilly at him.

When we got here, my dad was drunk as usual. Of course, he slandered Shawn and me. Things got heated when Shawn cursed him out too but he was still too calm than I expected him to be. And I'm thankful for that.

It all felt like a flashback when my dad took the empty wine bottle and was about to hit me. Shawn stepped in between and I felt like I would faint thinking that he will end up like my mom.

Fortunately, he just got some cuts in his hands. I was shaking watching him bleed but he helped me calm down. He was able to dodge my father's attacks and held him roughly so that he won't make a move. My dad's drunken state was indeed helpful as Shawn overpowered him.

The cars go away and we both stand there in silence. I slowly pull back from him and he eyes me concernedly.

Tears threaten to fall from my eyes as I take a look at my house. It indeed seems lifeless. Almost haunted.

I smile. It's like when the dark clouds clear away from the sky and a gust of fresh breeze passes through you. I don't think I ever took such a relieving breath. I don't think I ever started being hopeful. I don't think I ever felt so assured.

As I turn around and see Shawn smiling compassionately at me opening his arms wide, I rush to surrender myself in his arms.

I don't think I ever felt so happy.

***

The moment we step inside his house and lock eyes, I knew things were gonna escalate tonight. Unaware of the pace, I eagerly give up to the heat that ignites between us. One by one the clothes come off and we become more and more closer.

He gently lays me down on his bed before hovering over my naked form on his knees and elbows. His hands run all along my figure. I love how his chiseled torso feels under my touch. Breaths erratic and hair messy, I think I am about to get a taste of ecstasy tonight.

Shawn remains gentle yet desperate and it turns me on even more. The kisses are feverish promising a night of heated actions and no sleep. Damn those brown eyes making my stomach churn with different sensations. He looks down at me and I don't shy from giving it all up tonight. Despite the lack of commitment, we both know we need this. It's all about the timing.

"Thank you." I say what I wanted to say from a long time. "For everything"

"Are you ready..?" He asks cautiously and I fall for him all over again.

"More than ever."

And there. His confidence is back now. Shawn is back now.

"Let the game begin, baby." Are the last words he says.

And I don't think I ever lived the way I did that sleepless night.

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