Stay with me || Shawn Mendes

17. Babe you're so bad at lying

Your life does not get better by chance. It gets better by change.-Jim Rohn

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"Have you ever taught about going to college?" Shawn asks sitting besides me on the couch. I eye him careful.

"Shawn, you know well that I haven't even finished high school."

"Yeah, I know that. But still..." He trails on. I am laying on the couch with my feet on his lap while he is comfortably resting.

I momentarily catch myself staring at him. I just can't stop. I am admiring every single inch of his face and body. His hair slightly messy, making him look a lot more hotter than he already is. His jaw looks sharp and more pronounced from my lower point of view. The way he is just sitting here as my legs lay on him and as I watch him breath, is just so calming. Plus it's eight o'clock in the afternoon, what else do you expect us to do.

"Rose..." There is a slight squeeze on my right foot. I quickly manage to come back to reality and realize that Shawn is looking at me. The end of his lips slowly move upward making a soft smile.

"What?"

"You are looking at me."

"I am?" I smile.

"You are. And to be more specific you are checking me out." He bites his lower lip obviously trying not to laugh.

"Hey! I did not!"

"Oh yes you did Rose! And I bet all that went through your mind was 'omg he is so hot!'" He says the last sentence in a high pitched voice. He looks so adorable at this moment that I just want to grab his face and kiss him fully on his lips.

I roll my eyes and mumble under my breath "You are not that hot for me to say something like that." His face points my direction and he grabs my legs. What?! he heard what I said? He put my legs aside standing up a little bit.

"What did you just say? " He says while getting on top of me ready to attack. I put my hands up and surrender.

"I-I didn't say anything." I laugh and his hands travel to my stomach. Oh no, only not tickling. Now that he is on top of me, his face is only inches apart from mines and I can feel his breath hitting on my bare neck.

"Babe, you're so bad at lying." He whispers and his hands slowly slip under my shirt. Just as they make contact with my skin it feels like my inner system just got on fire.

"You're wrong." I whisper back and place the palm of my hands on his chest. My hands are slowly moving down and I can feel his abs. He is looking straight into my eyes and so am I. But that doesn't last long; my eyes start traveling to his lips and hunger rushes over me. Now we are both looking up and down; from our eyes to our lips. I can feel the tension filling up and the heat between us two rise. One of his hands move to my lower waist and the other moves a little bit higher. He slowly leans in but doesn't go straight to my lips, he goes to my neck instead and places a small hot kiss that makes my breathing stop for a second. He moves up to my ear and whispers "If I'm wrong, then why does this affect you so much?" That smart ass. He places another kiss on my neck just under my ear, which seemed to be my weakest spot. Without even realizing it a small moan escapes my lips and I can feel him smile.

"Shawn! I'm home!" And these three words are enough to shake the living out of us and make Shawn jump off of me. I quickly manage to stand up properly and fix myself a little bit even though I can still feel the hot spots that he left on my skin.

"Hello mom." Shawn says scratching the back of his head. He is on his feet while I an still sitting down on the couch "reading" a magazine. He walks over his mother which is a head shorter than him and kisses her cheek.