You and Me, Forever

Falling In Love With You

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four months

They're sitting in the Toronto night, somewhere along Polson Pier. They laugh at something they are talking about, something about stand-up comedy (they can't really recall, they've been talking for three hours now), as they watch the ripples off water make it across the aqueous body stretched out before them.

Their legs dangle off the edge of the port, ignoring what someone had told them ("Get off the ledge! It's dark, don't fall in!") In other circumstances, Shawn would have listened, immediately would have backed away. But, now, with Camila, he finds life to be more thrilling – take risks, it's too short. She doesn't force him to do anything, he just feels more bold around her. Like, when he decided to take five Tabasco shots in a row, last week. Camila has a high tolerance and he was trying to impress her with his newfound tolerance and how he can eat spicy food. She constantly made curries for him to try which he adores.

The music playing from her phone is forgotten, as they fixate themselves upon the harmonious laughs falling from each other's lips. "I - I doubt they're going to let you in again!"

"What? I pretended that I was Belgian – the legal age for drinking is 16, beer and wine, and 18 for the hardcores!" Camila argues, leaning towards him as he laughs, a grin on her own face. He laughs further at her story of how she pretended to be Belgian at an American night club. Toronto is better for her because she can legally get into places.

"Please, you have to do this with me," Shawn giggles, wrapping an arm around her and pressing a kiss to her head.

"Then you'll have to take me out," Camila perks up, tipping her head back and kissing him gently, letting the sparks, that feel new to her every time, take over.

"I've been with you for four months, I cannot believe I've never heard you do a Belgian accent – they're so fucking cute!"

"What about mine?" Camila playfully gasps, leaning away from him in her dramatics.

"You're the cutest," Shawn gasps, lips chasing after hers, as he leans forward, trying to catch her lips. He does, and Camila grins, hands cupping his face.

They stay like this, letting the warmth of each other's lips consume them. Camila's heart flutters, like it has never before. It explodes, setting every nerve inside her off, igniting every inch of her and her thoughts only projecting him. Camila's heart hitches, mouth parting in realisation. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth, hands clutching her sides and pulling him to her.

"Shawn," Camila mumbles against his lips, pressing her fingers to his shoulders. He groans, shaking his head gently, pouting as he presses his lips to hers again. "Shawn," Camila breathes out, pulling away.

"No, babe, please," Shawn mumbles, his coat pressing against hers, as his cold fingers slip into her hair, bunching them together.

"Hun, I have a surprise for you," she manages to reveal, lips moving away, trailing down to kiss his jaw.

His fingers that are in her hair clutch the strands at the sound of 'surprise', holding her close and he drops a kiss to her head. "What kind of?"

"I. . I just. . I've been working on this and you might absolutely not like it but . . please?" Camila whispers, pressing her fingers to his shoulders and getting up.