Puppy Love

Part 7

Shawn's hand rested on your lower back as you waited in line at Dairy Queen. The situation was kind of hilarious, considering that you'd started at a fancy Italian restaurant but ended up at a shitty ice cream chain because Shawn's sister got hammered and needed a ride home.

You looked up at him, giggling to yourself as you noticed that he was in deep concentration. He was squinting at the menu above the counter as his tongue snaked out of the corner of his mouth, completely overwhelmed by the options.

"Shawn, you okay?" you laughed, bumping your left hip into his right thigh.

"Hmm?" he hummed in response, not paying attention to you.

"What are ya thinkin'?" you asked, bringing a hand up to rest on his middle over the tight shirt he was wearing as a result of spilling water all over you at dinner.

"Thinkin' I like you lots," he smiled, still scanning the menu. You laughed, heart swelling at his comment.

"I like you too, but no, I mean what are you thinking of getting."

"I genuinely have no idea," he looked down at you, a lazy smile stretching over his lips. "What are you getting?"

"I always go with the peanut butter cup blizzard," you said proudly, squaring your shoulders a bit.

"Next!" the employee called, causing you to take a step forward.

You gave her your order, laughing to yourself as Shawn chimed in, "Yeah, two of those!"

The two of you stepped to the side to wait for your ice cream, Shawn unable to keep his hands off you.

"What do you normally get?" you asked, unsure why he had such a hard time ordering at such a common restaurant.

"I normally get this parfait thing, but it puts a weird film on my teeth, and this is a date, so, uh, yeah, can't get that," he said awkwardly, earning a smile from you.

"Thanks," was all you should really say, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb.

You sat down a few minutes later with your ice cream, Shawn picking a booth next to the window. Your eyes were glued to his biceps in his tight shirt as he sat across from you, reminding you of finding him shirtless in his apartment the day before. You nervously adjusted his knit sweater you were wearing because it kept bunching up around your middle due to its size. You felt a boot bump your shoe, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Hi," Shawn smiled as a blush erupted in his cheeks, spoon digging into his cup of ice cream. "I'm sorry we ended up here."

"What? No!" you laughed, reaching across the table to rest your small hand on his forearm. "I'm really happy to be here. And your mom's lovely," you reassured him, his smile growing a bit.

"What did she say to you?" he giggled, face falling into his hands as he shook his head.

"Said she's heard a lot about me," you smirked, shovelling a chunk of peanut butter cup in your mouth.

"I have no idea what she's talking about," Shawn said as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked out the window, a bashful smile spread across his cheeks.

"I see right through you, Mendes," you quipped, taking another bite of the sweet ice cream goodness.

"Oh, yeah?" he teased, eyes getting darker as he leaned in a few inches across the table. "And do you like what you see?"

Your face went crimson at the thought of him naked, all muscle and soft skin and thick thighs. You mustered up some courage, leaning back in the booth.