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SHAWN DID THIS THING
WHEN YOU'D GET MAD.
It's this face he made, a smug, sexy face that knew would win you over in a matter of seconds.
It was your weakness, and you despised it.
So, there you were, in an argument about how he came home with a pig in his arms.
"Shawn, that is a pig."
"Yeah, so?" He said nonchalantly, as if it was an everyday occurrence that he found a farm animal.
Shawn was in the kitchen, pouring himself some juice.
"Baby, do you know how much effort and time it takes to care for a pig?"
"I love it when you call me that."
"What?" Arms crossed against your chest, you asked. "Pig?"
He sensed your genuine frustration and leaned his hands against the counter, thumb tapping on the hardwood with a smug smirk on his lips.
You glared at him, as he surely knew what he was doing to you. "Get that stupid smile off of your face before I go over there and kiss your dumbass."
