𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 • 𝔰.𝔪

[10]

^ that's currently my lock screen lmao
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"Shawn, no! I feel weird."

"You look so good, babe."

A smile draws across my face at the name 'babe' and I mentally scream while pulling at my roots.

I lean back against the fitting room door, breathing in and out as an attempt to slow down my crazy heart rate.

"You didn't even see me yet, so how would you know!" I tug down at the crop top that hugs my body.

Damnn, you look good.

I unlock the door, excited to see Shawn's reaction at my high waisted shorts and fitted grey top.

Shawn's eyes widen as he eyes me up and down before they land on my own.

"Do I look terrible?" I frown disappointingly.

I thought I looked good.

"The opposite actually, wow." Shawn reaches forward and pokes my shoulder before quickly pulling back, hissing as if he was in pain.

"Damn, you're hot!"

I roll my eyes at his dumb humor and go to shut the door close but stop when I hear him say 'wait'.

I peek my head out and give him a questioning look.

"Yes, hon?" I watch him take a step forward and planting a small kiss on my lips.

I raise an eyebrow at him while he shrugs in return.

"Just wanted to kiss you, that's all." He sits back down on the small couch and smiles at me happily.

I bite my lip in order to keep my smile from growing before going back inside the dressing room.

"I love this man." I mumble quietly to myself and sigh deeply.

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"Greg, you went to a strip club?!"

I glance over at Shawn as we enter the house and hear an unfamiliar woman voice yelling.

"It was only for five hours, B!"

Shawn grabs my hand and tugs me up the stairs instead of going to the loud commotion.

"Shouldn't we see who's yelling?" I point behind me, towards the stairs.

Shawn shakes his head and waves it off as if he's used to it.

"It's just Greg's wife, or also known as my grandma Betty." Shawn pushed the bedroom door open with his shoulder, seeing his hands are full with shopping bags.

Shawn throws the bags on one of the luxury chairs inside the room as I plop myself down on the bed, looking up at the white ceiling.

"You doin ok?" Shawn lays down beside me and intertwines our hands together, kissing mine.

"I couldn't get better, honestly." I gaze over to him to catch him already staring at me, as usual.

I watch his expression falter for a bit before he covers it up with a clearing of his throat.

"Are you, ok?"

"Yes."

"Shawn."

"You hungry?"

"Shawn."

"May."

I squint my eyes at him in suspicious before sitting up and straddling his waist.