••Shawn Mendes Imagines••

10: Chilly

Shawn's POV
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I laid there patiently, not wanting to get up in case it disturbed my love, Y/n.
Suddenly, she twitched in my hold.
My hand takes hold of her much more petite one.
It was frozen solid.
Slowly, I lean up, only to pull at the covers hanging on the edge of the matress.
I fold her in the warmth.
I notice a faint smile upon her sleeping face.
Continuous, it was.
My lips speak silently, "I love you", even though I know very well she can't see it. I just hopes she feels it.
She does.
I know she does.
I come down to her warming body.. to her cheek.
My lips mark their territory with a soft kiss upon her skin.
Her eyelids unfold; she rubs them with her palms.
"Goodmorning, sexy." I tease.
She rolls her figure in a 360, now facing me.
"Goodmorning, stupid." She says.
I smirk.
"Want some breakfast?" I ask, pecking the tip of her nose.
She nods and blushes.
Bright crimson.
"What do you want to eat, darling?" I ask her while sliding myself off of the toasted bed.
She taps her chin, pretending to think.
"Waffles!"
I chuckle.
"I was hoping you'd say that!" I exclaim.
"Don't burn them like last time, babe." She demands while I make my way out of the bedroom.
My eyes roll back.
"What? Don't believe that I'm the best chef in the whole wide world?"
"Nope. Not one bit." She mumbles to herself.
I stop in my tracks and turn my head back.
"I heard that!"