Obsession [s.m]

twelve

"I'm in Italy...Getting ready for a date...with a boy that i've had a crush on since I was 9 years old. Wow."

I stood in the mirror looking at my tight light pink dress, my makeup was all done with gold eyeshadow palette and shimmery lip gloss. My hair was curled and my silver heals we're on. I grab my purse, spray my perfume and wait on the hotel bed for Shawn to get out of the shower. He's using my coconut body wash because he thinks I smell good...I won't tell him this but I think that's the cutest thing ever.

"Hey babe?"

He does that now...He calls me babe. My heart skips a beat every time he says it.

"Yes?"

"Can you get me a towel?"

"What are you gonna do when i'm not around to get you a towel? This is the second time."

"Maybe I forget them on purpose."

"Why would you do that?"

"To see your beautiful face."

"Oh enough of you."

"I mean it."

"Our reservation is in 15 minutes and it's 10 minute walk."

"It takes me 10 minutes to do my hair!!"

"I can help."

"Do you know how hard it is to get my hair to look good?"

"I'm a girl...I think I know."

"Okay fine."

"Aw yay, i'm excited."

"Why?"

"Because I like your hair and I want an excuse to touch it."

"I'm going to get dressed okay?"

"Why?"

"Because i'm taking you out to dinner..."

"Oh- right. Duh."

He walked out of the room and put on black dress suit pants and a white tank top. God his muscles are huge. He's so beautiful.

"What are you staring at?"

"Your muscles..."

He flexed and I left out a hard giggle throwing my head back. Shawn picked me and sat me on the bathroom countertop and grabbed his hair products and handed them to me. I spread my legs out on the sides of his thighs and curled them around the back of his legs so he was as close to me as he could get. It took everything in me not to cave into to giving him a million kisses. I grabbed my hair dryer and began rubbing my hands through his long curls while blowing them dry but not too dry so they keep their curled shape and added in product to keep it in place.
I stood in the bathroom door way leaning my head against the wall watching Shawn is he made the final touches on his hair and put on the top half of his suit. He grabbed his wallet, hotel key, phone and looked at himself in the mirror one more time taking a deep breathe.

"You ready babe?"

"I've been ready...For like an hour."

"Hush! You took a long shower."

"Yeah...Okay..."

"Are you sure you wanna do this? The press with be all over it? I'm totally okay with it but if you're not then we can order in."

"I'm ready if you promise me one thing."

"What is that?"

"IF this goes good and i decide how I feel about you promise me that you won't do this for the media and that you won't give up on me. Please."

"I promise."

"Thank you."

He grabbed my hand and we walked out of the door to the steps when he stopped me.

"I already know you like me."

"Oh really?"

"I can see it in your eyes."