25 - Felicity

Is Shawn mad at me?

The question rattles my thoughts as I follow him quietly to the elevators.

It's not the first time. When I went to his room this morning, I got the feeling that he was upset with me, especially since he didn't say anything about my dress.

Not that I was expecting a compliment. Just a smile, maybe? Some kind of approval? But I got nothing. Then in the car, on the way to the meeting, he didn't say a word to me, which made the trip seem much longer than ten minutes. He wouldn't even look at me. Surprising considering he's been so warm and kind lately.

Then again, that was before last night, before Shawn and I had sex.

I try not to blush at the memory as I step inside the elevators after him. Just in case I fail, I stay behind him in a corner.

Don't think about it, Felicity.

Then something occurs to me. What if that's why Shawn is mad at me? What if he's upset with me because he thinks it's my fault?

I can't deny it is. I'm the one who decided to go to his room and acc