You and Me, Forever

Ruined Stunt

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His face is squished into Camila's pillow, his mouth open as he snores softly, curls a mess as he sleeps so peacefully in her bed.

She sits at the small table, the folded setlist under the right peg so it would stop wobbling every time she moved to write something into her calendar. Her coffee cup is full, and sealed to her lips as she checks emails and her work account to make sure everything is on track.

Camila's glasses are pushed up her bare face as her hair is in a sloppy bun done up on the top of her head.

Camila's so entranced, reading the notes a coworker sent her from the conference call she missed while on the flight to LA, that she doesn't even notice that his snoring has stopped.

He sits up a bit, looking around and finding her seated in her pajamas, his shirt from the day before and her sleep shorts. He stretches his back and hums softly when he raises his arms above his head.

Camila turns her head at the hum, eyes wide when she notices his naked torso on display for her. He smiles when he makes eye contact, swollen sleep eyes sparkling at her as he stares at her seated figure.

"Morning," He says, voice three octaves lower than usual as his morning voice makes her melt.

"Morning," Camila whispers softly, setting her cup down as she stands to crawl towards him.

This is the Shawn she gets to know. The one that's practically Bambi when he wakes up, all wide brown eyes, innocent stare and fluffy hair. The one that's holding his hands out for her to crawl towards, arms wrapping around her embrace as he pulls her back into him in bed.

"You have an interview after lunch today before soundcheck. Andrew wants to meet with you before lunch to discuss this week's schedule and then the crew wants to go out after the performance tonight." Camila says as her eyes close and her body relaxes against his.

"How long have you been up?" He asks, eyebrows scrunched together as she recounts his day.

"Long enough to be on coffee number two." Camila hums.

He shakes his head, squeezing her tighter. "You aren't my personal assistant until 10 in the morning, until then you're my girlfriend that cuddles with me while I sleep." He groans.

Camila blushes at that, looking up at him as he stares at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" She taps his chin, catching his attention.

"That my girlfriend works too much,"

She scoffs at that, rolling her eyes as she giggles. "Right, okay well you should see how much my boyfriend works."

He grins, rolling over so he's laying on top of her, head buried into her neck. "Can we do breakfast together?" He asks, planting a few kisses to Camila's neck.

"I have a meeting with Andrew in 45 minutes," Camila runs her fingers through his curls.

"No!" He groans, holding her tighter. "Don't leave."

"Babe, I have to go."

"But I won't see you at all today." He whines, pouting at her.

"Sorry," Camila shrugs.

"Are you at least sitting next to me on the plane to New York?" He asks, letting his fingers play with the ends of his hair.

Camila cringes and looks away, making him sigh.

"Okay, don't be shocked if I sneak into your hotel room." He mumbles.

She cringes again, inhaling sharply, making his eyes snap to hers. "What was that?" He asks. "What does that mean?"