1000 Hands

5.

1 day before the wedding.

Camila's P.O.V

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My back was pressed against his chest as we lay together with the white sheets tangled upon our bodies. Our breathing soft yet had a heavy feeling. We were sleeping.

My eyes fluttered open moments later, waking up to sunshine peaking through my creme colored translucent curtains. Shawn's arm was wrapped around my waist as my arm laid on top of his. My head replayed moments of the night before.

The loud moans.

The touching.

The love.

The passion.

Everything.

His phone buzzed breaking my train of thought. I gently removed his arm from my waist and placed it on the pillow. I sat up and yawned. My body was bare and my home was pretty cold. I reached for one of my long shirts and placed it over my body. It reached about mid thigh.

The phone kept buzzing and buzzing. I groaned and walked into the hall way. I picked up the phone and the items Shawn had dropped from the previous night. I pushed the home button to his phone seeing he had 37 missed calls and 48 text messages.

    

              Alessia: Shawn! Where are you?

Sent at 3:04 A.M
                           
Alessia: Baby! Please come home! Are you working at the studio?

Sent at 3:05 A.M

Alessia: Babe! Just let me know if you're safe!

Sent at 3:06 A.M

I sighed as I held the phone in my hand, walking back over to the bedroom. I placed myself next to Shawn on the bed as I kissed his cheek.

"Wake up, Shawn. She's looking for you." I whispered into his ear.

Shawn's hazel eyes opened. He groaned and rolled over so his back was facing me. "Just give me another hour or seven."

"Shawn please! What we did last night was a mistake! You cheated on your fiancé." I shook him.

He turned to face me and he sighed. "I-I know, Mila. I just- I've wanted you for so long and.."

"Shawn, please. Go to her, she's looking for you."

"You don't want me to go." He sat up and caressed my face in his hands as he looked at me.

"Can't I just stay? A little longer?"

I bit my lip and looked down.

"I slept with someone who is getting married tomorrow. I feel like a slut."

"Don't call yourself that, Ever." He growled as he let go of me.

"I initiated it, you aren't a slut. You were a Virgin! In no way are you a slut."

"So does that make you the slut?"

He chuckled. "Sure. But I didn't regret what we did last night. I don't believe it was a mistake."

I turned and faced my book shelf. "How can one persons touch make you feel like there really is a thousand hands on you?"