Our Dance: Shawn Mendes ✔️

10

Lila Hamilton
- next morning

So I didn't get a text from Shawn but it's okay. I assumed he had fallen asleep, I mean we finished the movie pretty late.

Last night as I lay in bed, staring up my ceiling he's all I could think about. His beautiful curls, adorable laugh, his safe hugs. I so desperately wanted him.

I woke up smitten, humming to whatever was on the radio whilst I drive to work. Maybe I put in a bit more effort with my appearance, more mascara and a darker pink lipstick, my hair down in curls and I wore a dark red sundress with yellow flowers all over it, it had two thick straps, a plunged neckline so yes my cleavage was showing, the dress was also short and I put in effort to make my legs look extra smooth. I was going though all this trouble despite not knowing what was going through his head. Don't all girls do that?

I park my car and as I get out I spot Shawn leaning against his car. He lifts his sunglasses up on his head and he waves innocently at me.

"Hey" I smile. He leans into me giving me a quick hug with one arm. "Hey, I got you a drink" he says handing me the berry red drink.

"Oh thanks, what is it?" I ask. I get giddy at the cute gesture but I remain calm as he walks beside me. "Strawberry lemonade but if you don't like it we can swap, I got just regular lemonade but it's so good- and I'm rambling sorry" He chuckles. He steps in front of me pushing open the door for me to go first. I'm glad he was chivalrous, it added to his charm.

"Let me try it" I chuckle lightly. I take a sip keeping my eyes on his as he watches my lips go around the straw. "Is it good?" He asks stepping forward a little. Before I even get to answer he speaks up again. "Here try mine" he pushes it toward me.

I grin taking hold of his wrist bringing the straw to my lips and he watches me closely. I take a sip then pull back. "Sorry about the lipstick" I try to wipe it from the paper straw. "It's fine, it looks good by the way" he says smoothly eyeing out my lips making my tummy flutter.

"Thanks, this drink is nice too. Thank you" I put it down smiling. He copies me.

"So what's the plan today baby?" He blurts out.

Baby. He was surely doing this on purpose. I feel my cheeks blush pink so I quickly take another sip of the cool drink then I look up at him. He was a sight for sore eyes, I mean he was stunning but what made it more authentic was the gold rays of sun that were seeping in through the windows and shining on his face. He was an angel in the flesh.

"The same as the other day" I tell him. He nods gently taking my hands, he pulls me in making me giggle at how close I got to him.

"You look really nice" I compliment him. I loved the shirt he was wearing; a crinkled maroon shirt, a few button teasingly undone.

"Thanks" He twirls me around. "Let me start the music" I expected him to let go but he doesn't. He keeps his arms around me from behind, he leans down and sways me, god I loved when he did that. He seemed so affectionate, I'm guessing in a relationship he'd be the one always hugging, cuddling, full of kisses. As I get lost in my day dream he quickly pulls me out by speaking.

"I've never seen you dance solo" he says as I scroll for a song.

"I prefer duets but maybe one day you will" I play Sam Smith feat Normani, dancing with a stranger.

"Why?" He asks spinning me back around. He had complete control of my body. The way he moved me was so perfect, innocent yet I wanted to jump onto him.

"It's more intimate" I shrug. He takes my hands moving us randomly so I decided to give him a little show. I chuckle leaning out and he follows me, I step out letting go and he watches me as I sway my hips back into him. His large hands set on my waist, slightly bunching up the fabric of my dress but I didn't mind. He stays still as I continue moving my hips against him, my bum in contact with his thigh. I hear him hum slightly when I move my hands up and they go to the back of his head so I could pull him down.

"You're incredible" he whispers. I grin leaning back. My hips still going to the beat of the music, rubbing against him which felt euphoric, I never thought I could feel like this. I turn around and he moves his thick thigh between my legs gently applying pressure. My hands cup his jaw, he's breathing heavily and so am I, just from being around him.

His hands pull me in from my waist till I'm pressed up against him. I lean up on my toes and he holds me there. I lean in slightly, our noses touch and his hot breath rushes past my lips making me open them. His bottom lip brushes my top lip but he doesn't do anything so I close my eyes gulping.

"Can I kiss you?" I ask quietly keeping my eyes shut.

It's been three seconds and no response.

So I quickly open my eyes.

"No"

I swear my heart stopped beating. My feet are flat against the floor again and I pull back from his thigh that was wedged between my legs. "No?" I ask, I've never felt so embarrassed. My heart was racing, he had said no. He rejected me.

But then I grew confused to why?

"I'm sorry" he mumbles. His hands leave my body so quick like they were never meant to be there. I watch in confusion as he hurried to grab his phone from the side but I couldn't let him leave. So I grab his wrist.

"You don't feel the same way I feel?" I ask, my voice a little higher because of how confused and embarrassed I felt. "Like when we're dancing or sat talking or holding each other, you don't feel the same?" I ask looking up at his regret filled eyes.

He's silent for a few minutes. His eyes just flickering between mine. "I'll see you next week" he tugs my hand away and rushes past me.