Secrets Of His Playhouse(Slowly Editing)

Twenty One

Jermany's POV

His eyes roamed my face before meeting my gaze again. While looking at me he tucked a strand of hair behind my right ear. I couldn't breathe as his thumb traced my bottom lip slowly. His eyes darkened as he looked at me. I expect his next move as seconds feel like hours. He bit his bottom lip and slowly leans in. Everything else disappears in that moment, everything but him.

I'm enveloped in the moment. How could one person make me feel this way? And why was it him? His scent fills my nostrils, making me unaware of my surroundings. Seconds away from extraordinary bliss, the door opens. We jolt apart immediately. I tuck my hair behind my ear repeatedly as I move farther away from Shawn. Shawn clears his throat and looks up at the guard at the same time that I look away from them.

"What do you want?" He asks emotionlessly. From his voice, I can't believe he's the same person I almost kissed mere seconds ago. This was about to get awkward.

"Um... sir... Mr. Philips has sent me here to get you." The guard stammers.

"Me?" Shawn asks coldly.

"Y-Yes sir."

"And her?" He asks, and I glance up but quickly drop my eyes.

"Someone will come get her sir, he asked me to get y-you."

"Hm, Okay. I'm right behind you." Shawn says getting up.

After a while I hear footsteps leaving. I look up and find Shawn just standing there fiddling with his fingers. He glances at me before speaking.

"I uh, I have to..." He starts.

"It's fine..."

"So I'll uh...."

"Sure..."

".... see you outside..."

"Yeah, okay..."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah."

"So, um... bye."

"Bye."

Shawn leaves the cell immediately. I release a breath I didn't know I was holding. It's going to get awkward with me but; I didn't expect it from Shawn too. Well, I would have been surprised a week ago, but now, after seeing the human side of him, after hearing his story, I'm not surprised.

But I wonder, after here, after this one week, once I'm out, what will become of our friendship?

Shawn's POV

What the fuck is wrong with you!

How the bloody hell did you end up in that position?

What the hell happened to you!

I run my hands through my hair like a madman as I walk to Peter's office. He just had to put me in a cell with her, a lady, a fully endowed lady. What the fuck! Something is wrong with me; I need a bath and a good night's rest on my bed. I finally arrive at Peter's door. I knock and walk in. My eyes meet a two pair of eyes; Peter's and Andre's. Andre nods at me and I nod back.

"That will be all Andre, you may leave now." Peter says.

Andre packs up the account books and leaves, closing the door behind him.

"I've made some serious changes over the course of one week. I hope that as you return, you won't mess it up?" Peter asks.

"I won't Sir."