faking it ; shawmila ✅

chapter 24

Shawn's POV

{present day}

"Do you love me?" I asked her in a stern voice. She took a long pause after which she said "Shawn, if Stacy finds out about us, she'll absolutely end my life, and I know you don't want to hear this but..she still wants me to be with Anthony."
"That's one problem. I'll take care of it. Stacy shouldn't be a problem for long." I calmly added.

"What do you mean take care of it?" The confusion was evident in her tone.
"I have a plan." I said, making her fall silent and not question it.

I will solve this Mila. No one can keep us apart anymore.

"So if all of that is out of the way, what does that mean for us?" I asked.

Please say what I want to hear. Give me this chance. I don't want to wait around anymore.

"Shawn I need to break up with Anthony first."

Fuck's sake.

I groaned loudly and pulled her off of me. "Stop being so concerned with that excuse of a human being. He doesn't deserve an explanation for you leaving him. He needs to know that he can't manipulate his way into anything and everything."

Camila bit her lip and looked up at me. Her hands found their way back around my neck and she began pulling me closer to her.

"I still didn't get an answer." I stopped her, making her raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "Do you love me?"
"Of course I do you idiot." She smashed her lips into mine.

I feel on top of the world. This is it. Now we can finally be together.

(hide your kids, hide your wife cause it's smut'o clock, yes i'll remove myself now for that awful joke. skip to the "1 year ago" part if smut makes you uncomfortable)

"And you aren't scared that Stacy might find out about this?" I teased her after breaking our kiss.
"You talk too much." She said and placed her lips on mine again. Her kisses started trailing down my neck and her fingers started running patterns up and down my abs, through my t-shirt.

She began tugging at the hem of my t-shirt, making me lift my shirt off of me.

We're doing this. We're finally doing this. I can't help but feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"You're sure you're ready for this?" I kissed down her neck, making soft moans leave her mouth.
"Yes." She replied.

I placed my forehead on hers, with a smile on my face, making our noses brush against each others, and she smiled back while trying to catch her breath.

I hoisted her up, our lips never leaving each other's, and carried her into the bedroom before putting her down on the giant bed. I crawled on top of her, and reconnected my lips to her neck, and moved my hand up her bare thighs until I found my way up to her waist underneath the oversized t-shirt she was wearing.

My hands kept moving up until they were on her breasts and I began groping at them. I kissed her soft spot and teased and sucked on the skin on her neck, leaving some bruises for her to remember me the next day.

This isn't just a mistake anymore.

She pulled my face up to hers and began biting on my bottom lip, making me moan in pleasure. I brushed my growing bulge against her crotch making her moan again and she quickly took off her top.