Shisa one-shots

The Counter || part two

Lisa's POV

Shane pulls away and collapses on top of me, burying his head in my neck. "God, I'm so happy we decided to move to the bed for the third round."

I giggle, tousling his hair. I roll us over so that I'm now laying on top of him. I press multiple kisses to his chest. "Other than your body having improvements, your sex moves have improved as well," I say, leaving a kiss on his shoulder.

"Why thank you. Same to you. Fuck, that was amazing sex," he groans.

I shrug and roll away from him, "Eh, it was okay."

Shane grabs my ass causing me to squeal. He then pulls me back to him and starts to kiss me repeatedly. "I'm kidding it was outstanding!" I yell while laughing, pushing him off of me.

I snuggle into his chest. We lay here cuddled together for a while. My fingers play with the little curls at the nape of his neck. His breathing is steady, unlike how it was when he first arrived. I frown. I hate seeing him so miserable like he was earlier. I thought he was initially upset about his body, but now that I think about it, the signs don't show that. He said 'it's over.' Whats over? He never told me. And he wouldn't have talked about his body if I didn't bring out the tub of icing.

I guess I was too in the moment to notice. Fuck. I'm supposed to be a friend to him. A best friend. Best friends don't fuck to forget about their problems. They talk things out. He seems so happy right now, though. I look over to him and his eyes keep closing. He's so cute when he's sleepy. Okay, I need to stop.

I place a soft kiss to his temple before sitting up. I wrap the sheet around my body and get out of bed. Shane finally gives in and keeps his eyes closed. His breathing becomes heavier. The comforter is covering his lower half and stops at his belly button. I watch him sleeping ever so calmly for a few minutes before putting on his shirt and a pair of panties.

I close the door to my bedroom and go into the kitchen. I check the clock on my phone 11:34 pm. Is he staying the night? I don't know what to do in this situation. I don't know what we are.

I open the fridge and take out leftovers from yesterday. I put it in the microwave and sit on the counter as I wait. A smirk appears on my lips when I remember what happened on this same exact counter not too long ago. We had sex twice on this damn counter. What the hell. I can't help but laugh to myself at the insanity of it.

I take out my food and eat it as I sit on the counter, my legs dangling and lightly kicking the cabinet beneath me. I hum to myself as I eat.

"There she is!" Shane yells with a grin. My head whips to him standing by the fridge.

"Fuck. You scared me!" I say with my hand to my heart.

I look him up and down. He's wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His hair is a sweaty mess on his head and he looks exhausted.

Shane playfully struts over to me making me giggle. Once he reaches me, he rests his hands on my bare hips and kisses me. I snake my arms around his neck, kissing him back slowly.

"I miss seeing you wear my shirts," he says into the kiss.

I smile, "Mhm, I miss wearing them."

We make out for several minutes before I stop the kiss. He gives me a disappointed look when I pull away.

I shake my head at his pout and laugh, "Stop giving me that cute puppy dog face."

He leans in and puts his lips to my neck. I put my head back in bliss, trying so hard not to give in.

"Shane wait," I say pushing him off, "I want to talk to you about something."

He backs up when he hears the seriousness in my voice. I look at him with a sad smile and push a little piece of hair out of his eyes.

"So, about earlier...why were you so upset? You never told me," I grab his hand it give it a squeeze, "At first I thought it was about your body dysmorphia, but then I thought about it and that wouldn't of made sense."

Shane sighs, his eyes move down to look at the floor. He bites his lip, which he tends to do when he's nervous. I move his hand up to my lips and kiss each and every one of his fingers ever so lightly to try to calm him. I then rest our hands in my lap. His eyes start to get watery. My heart sinks in my chest as he begins to cry.

"He cheated on me," Shane whispers.

I put my hand that isn't holding his to my mouth in shock. "Ryland?" I ask with disbelief.

"Yes, Ryland! That dick had the audacity to have sex with Damien!" He yells.

"Who's Damien?" I ask while tracing circles on his hand with my thumb.

"Apparently Ryland's boyfriend. He didn't know that he was seeing me and I didn't know he was seeing Damien," he explains with tears streaming down his cheeks.

I shake my head furiously, "Why the fuck would he do that to you? You don't deserve that Shane."

He shrugs. "Maybe I do."

I grab his face in my hands and force him to look at me. I use my thumb to wipe his tears off of his face.

"No. You don't. I love you so much and seeing you in pain hurts me, too. In no way do you deserve that, Shane. Why would you think that?" He doesn't respond. "When did this happen?"

"Earlier today," he says quietly.

"This happened today?" I ask in shock. "Shane! You should've told me sooner. I wouldn't of had sex with you. That isn't what you needed. And you don't know how you feel."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to be around somebody who hasn't let me down," he says with sad eyes.

I frown and pull him into an embrace. Shane begins to heavily cry on my shoulder. I rub his back with my hand. "Is there anything I can do for you, as a friend? Because that's what you need right now. Do you want me to beat Ryland's ass? I know I could!"

He sniffles, "Just hold me. Please just hold me."

I nod, "I can do that."