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Cara's POV

It was Mr.Grier.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him.

"Umm.... visiting someone" he says with a stutter.

"Oh okay then" I say turning back to Shawn. "Do you want to come in?" I ask him with a smile.

"Sure I love too" he says looking back to Mr.Grier.

I turn to unlock my door. "Are you just gonna stand there all day?" Shawn asks Mr.Grier as he was still standing there watching us.

"Just come on Shawn" I tell him as I drag him in the room and close the door.

"I'm sorry for that" Shawn says apologizing.

"It's fine" I say with a sigh.

I start to walk into the hall when he grabs my shoulder and stops me.

He pulls me into him and land his lips on mine as a apology.

"I really am sorry" he says setting his forehead on mine.

" I forgive you" I say grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom.

He walks in first and I close the door.

Suddenly when I turn around I'm pushed on the bed by Shawn.

Slamming my lips against his, our tongues fight for dominance. Of course Shawn wins.

"Are you sure about this?" He asks with a worried look.

"I'm sure" I tell him.

You can guess what happened.

~next morning~

I wake up feeling a pair of arms around me and a warm breath on my neck.

Shawn.

Wiggling my way free, I walk into my bathroom and stand at the counter.

Memories come back little by little.

The way he kissed me with so much passion. Him caressing my body with care. The way he told me he loved me. It was amazing. I love him.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice Shawn, who had woken up, behind me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist while kissing my head.

"Good morning love" he said in his raspy morning voice.

"Good morning" I say looking at him in the mirror.

His smile turns into a sad face.

I look at him confused as he pulls up the sleeve of his shirt that I'm wearing.

There lays a handprint bruise

Shawn's POV

There was a handprint bruise from me on her arm.

"Shawn it's okay" she says trying to turn around to face me.

"No it's not" I say as I pull down the shoulder of the shirt revealing another black and blue handprint bruise.

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