"Hey babe can you come here for a minute?" Shawn calls and you shout back, "Just a second!" You throw a pair of pink shorts and a cami, since you just got out of the shower.
You walk out to Shawn who's on the balcony. "Y-you wanted me?" you say stuttering once you see he doesn't have a shirt on.
"Yes I wanted to show you something," he says and walks over to you. Your stomach still does backflips for him.
"I wanted to show you, see look, I'm in so much better shape than last year!" he says excitedly, his brown eyes lighting up. He takes your hands and kisses you. "Isn't this exciting?!" he says. You giggle and say, "Yes, it is."
He grabs your hand and runs it along his abs. "See can't you feel that!" he says ecstatically and you laugh. You nod and he smiles a full smile.
"And I know you look better too!" he says and pulls up your cami. "Shawn!" you gasp and he laughs. You tug down your cami again and say, "And how would you know that mister Mendes?"
His cheeks turn red and his eyes flicker from side to side. "I-uh-um- well I-we di- we-" he stutters and you giggle. "Well you know- you know what we did last week and I- I- well you know.." He says and looks down, running his hand through his hair.
You giggle again and he takes your hands. He looks into your eyes with determination. "I- I was okay right? I don't want you t-to-" "Yes Shawn." you giggle and peck him on the lips.
"I love you you know," he says and kisses you on the forehead. "I wouldn't want to hurt you," he says and kisses your lips. Your heart flips.
His eyes flicker around, his leg starts bouncing and you can tell he's nervous about something. "Shawn, you okay?" you ask and he says giving your hands a quick squeeze, "Huh? Uh- yeah, I just uh- uh-" You raise an eyebrow at him.
That's how you always get him to break and spit out what he's trying to say. He pouts and huffs. "I wanna do it againn!" he whines and gives you the famous puppy Shawn Mendes face. "Shawn Peter Mendes! Don't be such a punk!" you gasp and hit him playfully on the chest.
He whines. "Come onnn!" he says like a little kid. "Please?" he says quietly in your ear. He knows that's how he gets what he wants.
You put your hands on your hips and say, "fine. But Shawn Peter Mendes you are not a bad boy no matter how bad you think you are." Because, he couldn't be if he tried... he's to innocent at heart to be a bad boy.
He smiles and takes your hand. He runs into the house dragging you with him. Lets just say you had a fun night seeing more and more of how much more in shape he was.
