You and Me, Forever

Yoga

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"What are you doing?"

Lifting her head, Camila sees Shawn standing at the door of her bedroom, a puzzled look on his handsome face.

"What does it look like?" Camila lets out an airy chuckle as she come down from the downward-facing dog pose, sitting down on the mat to look up at him. He probably just woke up, his bed hair is all over the place and it's making her want to run her fingers through his messy locks really bad.

"You woke up to do yoga? And left me alone in bed?" he gasps pretending to be hurt, but Camila just chuckles at her big baby.

He just came home yesterday after two weeks of travelling and he has been needier than the usual, basically attached to Camila from the moment she picked him up at the airport.

"It's ten am, I woke up at nine, like I always do. I'm not gonna just lie in bed, waiting for you to wake up," Camila chuckles standing up and walking over; she cups his face in her palms, pulling him down for a short but sweet good morning kiss.

"That's exactly what you should have done," he scoffs wrapping his arms around Camila, his fingers caressing the part of her back that's uncovered between the hem of her yoga pants and her sports bra.

"It's not like I left the house, don't be such a crybaby," Camila teases him, fingers playing with the soft locks at the back of his neck.

"But I woke up to an empty bed! I wanted to wake up next to you!" He pouts a lip at Camila and her heart flips in her chest seeing his puppy eyes as he tries to make her feel guilty.

"Then wake up earlier," Camila retorts pecking his lips shortly before peeling his arms off her body and she goes to return to her yoga mat.

"So you are really choosing yoga over me?"

"I'm not choosing anything, I just want to finish this!"

He folds his arms on his chest as Camila gets back to her next pose and he stares at her for a while, wanting her to finally give up and turn all her attention to him, but Camila really feels like he can be without her for fifteen more minutes. But he has a different set of mind.

He sits on the couch for a little while, doing Camila's usual routine, he occasionally clears his throat, trying to make her feel bad for leaving him on his own, but Camila is doing good at ignoring his fake drama.

He then decides it's time to make it impossible for Camila to finish her set. Leaving the couch he walks over to her where she is doing the downward-facing dog again to loosen up the muscles in her legs, and he just gets down on the floor to his back and slowly but surely, scoots himself underneath Camila, looking like a big child, desperate for the love of his mother.

"Shawn," Camila chuckles shaking her head at him.

"I need your attention!" he whines and reaching up his hands grab onto Camila's waist and he starts pulling her down. Camila just lets him lay with her on top of him, sighing in disbelief he can't take fifteen minutes without her.

"What's up, bub?" Camila sighs, caressing his cheek as he wraps his arms around Camila tightly so she can't get up from him. Camila knows he needs attention and love whenever he comes home, but this is just an extreme level she's never seen from him before. It makes her think something might be behind it.

"Mm," he hums closing his eyes under Camila's touch. She gently brush his hair out of his forehead, kissing his chin tenderly.

"Is there anything in particular that made you want to glue yourself to me?"