Our Dance: Shawn Mendes ✔️

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Lila Hamilton
- after the show

"I'm so proud of you" I blurt out with excitement holding onto Shawn's face as he breathes heavily, his mouth is wide open with a smile, hair dripping with sweat and heat radiating from his body.

"Thanks baby" as if his smile couldn't get any bigger. "And of course the baby loved it too" I chuckle.

"Of course, my child is gonna be a little rockstar" he quickly falls to his knees and starts peppering my stomach in kisses, I could feel his lips through the material of my dress and it made me giddy, fucking ecstatic.

"Come on, let's go back to the hotel" Andrew shouts for us. Shawn hops up and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. "So you liked it?"

"Loved it. I want to see you that happy forever" and I hundred percent mean it, I always will.

Shawn's cheeks swell, he leans in kissing the top of my head. "Let's go, we have to fly to Paris tomorrow evening"

An hour later we were in our hotel room alone, Shawn was dancing around with a white fluffy towel handing low on his waist. He looked incredible, his body slightly wet, washboard abs and his dam hair messily set in his head.

I giggle as he struts towards me. "I know you love this babe" he winks leaning down, his hand takes place at either side of my body, strong arms keeping me in place. "I do" I bring my bottom lip between my teeth to suppress just how needy I am for him.

My hand cups his cheeks, bringing him closer and as he does his towel falls and I burst out in a fit of laughter when his cheeks blush a hard pink, his eyes playfully squinting.

"Oh you're so handsome" I calm down, panting underneath him. "Shut up" his noses nudges mine and my heart just melts.

"Make me" my lips brush his subtly. "Oh you're going to do the opposite of shutting up hun" his hand slowly going down my jaw to my neck. Oh the things he does to me.

"Oh yeah?" I ask teasingly. He then shakes his head in my face, water splashing onto me. "Shawn!" I shriek, grabbing hold of his toned biceps.

"Yeah, scream it" he chuckles, ducking his head down to then meet my lips in a blissful kiss.

I felt happy, it's been almost a year since I left Jasper and only a couple of days since he's been permanently gone from my life, my family's life and I've never felt happier. One person can really change your perspective on anything and everything and Shawn is that person for me. He's my person.
-

We landed in Paris and only two hours later Shawn was on stage. The show was nothing less than perfection. Something about seeing him up there so full of energy and just living his best life made me feel happy for him and it made me forget all my troubles.

Later that night Shawn had me trapped in his arms as we walked down the streets of Paris. The perfect, picturesque buildings, lit up cafes and the starry sky. Just us hand in hand.

We walk slowly, passing a male guitarist singing to what sounded like a French love song. I continue walking but Shawn pulls me back.

"Can I have this dance?" He asks sheepishly. "Right now?" I chuckle in disbelief. "Right here" he nods.

"Okay, your lead" I grin. He takes my hand and twirls me several times before spinning me back into him and our chests bump with each other.

"You look gorgeous"

I swear the whole world disappeared.