Shawn Mendes Imagines

39- Smooth Sailor

I sauntered into the fancy dress party that packed the house from head to toe. Each and everyone dressed differently. Me? Well, I was a sailor girl. Original right? There was no other costumes I could find that actually looked cute so I settled on this.  The skirt was a little short but I didn't mind  considering I had a pair of booty shorts on underneath.

I searched the house trying to find my group of friends. Eventually I found them gathered in the corner of the kitchen along with Shawn and a few other boys who I'm yet to find the name of. I squeezed my way though the groups and greeted them as they greeted me.

I was offered a drink which I gladly accepted as I joined my group. Shawn eyed me up and down before wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Aye aye sailor" Shawn whispered down my neck causing my hairs to stand on end. I smiled and settled into his arms. He turned me to face him and ran his hands up and down my waist.

"I like this" he chuckled reaching for the hem of my skirt lifting it a little before I smacked it away.

"Shawn!" I shouted and he just smirked. I rolled my eyes before sipping my drink and moving back to our previous position. "You're such a flirt"