Shawn Mendes - Imagines

Sick

The sound of keys in the door catch my attention while I am cooking. Even though I cannot see him I know it is Shawn who finished his day in the studio earlier than I expected. A smile appears on my face as I hear him shouting through our whole apartment.

"Hey, baby. You are there? I am home."

I turn off the cooker to make sure the food does not burn while I greet my man.
Without him noticing me I surprise him by hugging him from behind. I shortly snuggle my head on his back before he turns around to face me.

"Oh. Hey, babe."

His voice sounds just as exhausted as his smile looks. I look closer and see that his eyes are glassy, his skin is paler than normal and even his hair is not that curly.

"Baby, are you okay?"

I rub his cheek with my thumb only to realize that it is hot.

"I am okay. You are happy that I am home earlier? I see you are."

He tries to give me a seductive smile but I am not taking it. Of course I am happy that I do not have to eat dinner without him like the last few days. But I clearly see that he did not come home because he wanted to.
He leans in to give me a kiss but I push him back.

"Did the guys told you to leave because you are sick?"

He looks surprised at me but places his hands on my butt at the same time. He definitely is up to something although he is extremely tired.

"How did you know, love?"

He starts a second try to kiss me but as I refuse he switches to my neck. There are definitely going to be some hickeys tomorrow.

"Because you are hot."

One can hear in my voice that I am about to give him and kiss him too.

"You are a thousand times hotter than me."

He squeezes my butt multiple times before he leaves his hands on other places of my body. Anywhere and nowhere.
I suppress a giggle.

"That is not what I meant, Shawn. You have a temperature."

He stops his mission of kissing me everywhere for a second.

"And? Just let me love you tonight, baby. I was so busy the last days."

He puts on a pitiful expression. I finally have the strength to push him fully away.

"No, Shawn. You are sick so all we are going to do is that you are going to eat something and then you lay in bed and rest, ok?"

"But I want you."

"The faster you get well, the faster we have plans."

I turn around to head to the kitchen but Shawn will not let me go.

"Ok, babe. But one kiss?"

He points on his lips and I cannot resist.
Our lips touch.
It feels like Shawn lays everything in this one kiss like it is his last one. We both know it is not because I cannot stop myself from kissing him a long time.

Kissing him is one of the best things to do.
Our kisses expresses more than words could ever do.
They express our endless love for one another.