Makeup remover wipes S.M.

Chapter 70

"And cut!" Is screamed while Shawn's eyes close for what I'd imagined to be the last time. "That was perfect, such real emotion." This person nods at us, Shawn's eyes open up again and a smile drawn to his face. I lay in complete shock. I thought he was dead, I thought he had cancer and it was all fake? How many times I've stripped to lay with him. How many times I'd done so many embarrassing things on camera, I gave up my time from five o'clock in the morning until three in the morning so I could at least see him. I went back to school for nothing, I have a new degree for nothing. I pull myself from his chest but he pulls me back down. I try shake away which doesn't go well. He doesn't want me to move, he knows I'm mad at him. And he knows why.

"I can't believe you," I shake my head at him staying where he has me stuck. "You lied to me." I mumble but I'm unable to remove myself from his chest. His arms have let me go but my own wrap around his torso. I need at least one last hug before I leave, he left me thinking he was dead, I can't deal with that.

"Goodness," his parents gasp at him throwing their arms around him while I try to slowly back off of him. "You has us all worried sick Shawn, why didn't you tell us!" They squeal at him. I however slowly exit the room.

"Hi mama," Braxton smiles, he too stands outside of the room looking somewhat distraught but more so relieved. "I was gonna go get some coffee, wanna come?" He raises an eyebrow and I nod.

"Not hospital coffee though, I couldn't ever drink another cup of that stuff." I chuckle as does he.

"Yeah it's pretty gross." He agreed holding his hand out for the keys.

"Tim Hortons? Starbucks?" I smile handing him the keys.

"Tim Hortons," he rolls his eyes as if it were never really up for discussion.

"Alright, alright," I chuckle getting into the passengers side. "How've you been?" I smile at him while we sit in the car driving off towards the nearest Tim Hortons.

"Pretty good," He nods. It's been a while since I got to talk to him, I don't really get to talk to any of them. And the last time I did was a year ago and I had to spend all of my time with a sad Aoife because Shawn pretended not to remember her. He pretended not to remember any of us. Aaliyah left the room when the director walked in, and she's probably never gonna look at him again. But she has a right to be mad, so do we all.

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"Hi angel," he smiles looking somewhat relieved while he sees my body pressed up against the book shelf of my reading room. "Can I join you?" He sits himself next to me grabbing one of the books I made him read long ago. Back when the septuplets were babies. "I know you're mad," he moves closer. "But hear me out."

"You lied to us," I huff crossing my arms and shutting my book. "I'm thankful to have you home, and healthy, but I'm disappointed that you lied to me." I stare up at him, his eyes smiling as is his mouth. I can't really understand why. "Go to bed," I peck his cheek even though I probably shouldn't. "I'm off to shower," I sigh standing and walking off. I would've loved to read more, and lay down on the bench even have him cuddle me for a little. But I can't accept anything from him, although I want more than anything for him to follow me.

"Can I come?" He slowly walks behind me. "I can always wait out here for you?" He adds quickly.

"You can if you want," I nod grabbing a towel and robe, a thin silky rob solely for torture.

"Ok," he nods grabbing a towel and his reddish coloured robe. He enters quickly turning on the shower, hot water I assume. "I'm gonna treat you today, it's all about you." His hands grab onto the bottom of my shirt pulling it up and over my head.

"Shawn," I groan a little. I don't want all of this, a simple hug, and another apology could've done wonders.

"I'm sorry for what I did baby girl," he whispers in my ear. "I just wanna make things better." His teeth hit my earlobe but his tongue pushes it away.

"Just stop," I groan again, but he simply rolls his eyes pulling his own clothes off as quickly and efficiently as he can without falling.

"It's all about you," he grips my hand to stop me from undressing myself. "You don't have to lift a finger darling, I'll do it all for you." He hums. "I'm gonna wash your long gorgeous brown hair," He smiles at the faded bleached tips. "And I'm gonna wash every inch of your body while you lay down and soak up the pleasure."

"All of it? What if I only take in half of it?" I challenge and he rolls his eyes.

"Than I'll tease you enough to make you want all of it," he has no doubt that I'm not gonna, and he's right. "Now," he lifts me up carrying me into the shower laying me on the seat. "Will you talk to me? This whole time?" He pleads grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

"I don't wanna talk, I'm still mad at you." I spit a little.

"I know," he hums massaging the water through my hair, and against my scalp. "But I wanna change that," I can't remember the last time we did this, and we've had so much free time on our hands. "So close your eyes," he sings softly. "And let me treat you like a princess," the delicate touch of his fingertips caress and stroll down my body from almost every different direction, the whole moment spreads out into what seems like years. As if the whole world had stopped, at our first touch. "You still mad at me?" His lips come down against mine.