Tell Me That You Love Me

For Him

"How was your day?" I ask him once I get into the passenger seat of his car.
He shrugs.
"Same old. I filmed a couple of videos, ate my life away." He looks at me, smiling. "What about you?"
"Gym."
"Oh," Shane winked, his tongue dancing on the edge of his lips. "I like a boy that works out, did you know that?"
I look away from him. I'm grinning sheepishly out the car window like a complete maniac.
He sees my blushing cheeks and chuckles.
"Shut up." I command as we drive off.
He's grinning cockily at the road.
"Make me, babe."
I open my mouth to comment but I am left stuttering over a timid giggle.
Babe. I like the way he says that; babe.

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It's 12AM. The LA skies are ebony and  alluring with so many glistening, wild lights; I never realised how fucking amazing it was. I feel utterly alive just being beside him. Even if we were living in the sewers, drenched in disease; he would still make it enchanting.
It's like there is something igniting within my body. It's like a fire; burning my heart in the most beautiful way possible.
I look at him and somehow I don't understand the meaning of misery. I don't see myself ever crying, ever feeling any source of pain ever again. As long as I'm with Shane; I will be happy.
He's special. There isn't anyone like him.

"We've being out since 10AM, aren't you bored of me yet?" He asks.
I don't hesitate to answer.
"I wouldn't be anywhere else."
I catch him smirking at his feet as we walk through the busy streets.
"I have an idea." I abruptly tell him.
"What is-" I grab his hand, tugging him along behind me.

Suddenly we're racing around IKEA. He is squealing as I chase him down the aisles. He is red faced and laughing a little too loudly as he comes to a halt. He raises his hands in defeat.
"Stop chasing me! Stop!" I slow down, trying to reach him but he jumps at my every motion. "Stop! We're adults!"
Laughter takes over my body.
"S-Shane, I'm-"
"You've lost it! All I wanted was a coffee, why are we in fucking IKEA?!"
"Shane, just-" I try to explain myself again but he speaks over me.
"You know I don't like IKEA! We look like perverts hanging around here!"
"Shane!" I snatch him by the shoulders and pull him to me.
My sniggering simmers down once I feel him relax in my arms. I hold firmly against me.
"You're such an idiot," I whisper.
The surface of my lips burn with the contact of his neck. I blush, suddenly realising that I had just kissed the curve of his throat.
What was wrong with me?
I pull expecting a glare.
He's smiling softly down at me though. He appears almost touched by my affection.
There and then I want to pull his musky, rough scented body against mine but suddenly he speaks:
"Can I have my coffee now?"
I sigh, melting at the child-like pout he is now pulling off.
"Come on then."
Again, I take his hand and lead him out the exit.

"I'll pay." He insists.
I open my mouth to object but before I can, he lets go of my hand. He races ahead, only to open the door for me. He smirks at my reaction.
"Thank you," I tell him.
"Anytime, babe."
I sit at the first table by the window as he goes up to order for us. He's wearing a black sweater, the one he usually wears on a daily basis. It is scruffy, clearly unwashed but I grin at the sight of him in it.
I like him in it.
He turns, walking back to were I am. He's chewing on his bottom lip, staring down at the mugs; careful not to drop them.
He places them down lightly.
He grins, almost proud he made it without tripping over himself.
God, he's so adorable.

I lift the coffee to my lips. The hot caramel liquid slips down my throat, filling me with heat. I choke once I feel his hand cover mine which is still firmly placed on the table.
I blink up up from the brewing mist to see him staring adoringly at me.
"Your hands are so soft." I blurt out and he tilts his head back with a snort.
"I moisturise."
I laugh.
"I can tell."
He gently entwines his fingers within mine. His eyes are still locked to mine.
"Today was good."
I nod.
"It was."
"I'm glad we could make this work."
"Me too." I swallow, unable to look away from him.
The intensity in his eyes increase, darkening with lust. The urge to kiss him is too much. His pupils appear dilated. They are flickering across my face like a dog seeking out biscuits.
Does he want the same?

My eyes travel down to his lips.
I lean forward. Our lips collide for a heavenly 30 seconds before he abruptly pulls back.
He lets go of my hand and continues to gaze down on his coffee and I want to ask him what's wrong, why did he pull away? But, I don't.
I don't want to risk losing him.
So i sit there with a heart heavy with affliction. I do it for his sake.

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Here's a quick side note just to say Shane looks adorable in his new video August Favourites, I'm not even sorry.

Thank you for the amazing support. Love you all😇

Chloe