Young IndyCar driver Shawn Mendes has it all. Amazing family and friends, money, fame and beautiful girls at his beck and call. Well... all except for a certain brunette who seems immune to his popularity and charm.
Camila, an avid race fan grew u...
I can't breathe. Like I literally think I forgot how to breathe. Connor has to smack me on the back to stop me from drooling and make sure I'm getting oxygen to my brain cells. Fuck, even my dick is twitching...which I'm trying very hard to not let affect me because now is so not the time.
Camila and Emma are now walking the red carpet and I see Aaliyah craning her neck in excitement as the cameras go crazy. Huge flashes of light illuminate the room like a thunderstorm and I can feel my own thunderstorm brewing inside me. I can't see Camila clearly yet, but from what I can see, her gorgeous locks are in loose waves and I see a lot of smooth, sexy tanned skin. This is so not helping me right now. I'm silently thankful she can't see me right now because I'm pretty sure "hot mess" doesn't even begin to describe me.
As soon as she comes fully into my view my heart stops, my palms go sweaty and my pupils dilate so much I'm not sure how I'm even seeing clearly.
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I mean.....are you seeing this?! Are you seeing this? I am so dead. She looks like a golden goddess.
Niall returns from getting a drink and the sound of glass breaking on the floor snaps me out of my daydream.
"Holy hell....wow!" He gulps, looking down at the mess he's made. "Nice one Niall" Connor smirks.
"Dude...shut up! You can't tell me you aren't seeing what I'm seeing." He snaps back.
"Of course I'm seeing what you are seeing. I however value my balls too much to have James come over here and rip them off for eye fucking his sister like Shawny boy over here." Connor says as he slaps me on the back again.
"Ow! Dude seriously? That's twice now." I whimper as I'm yet again brought out of my Camila induced trance.
I think back to what my dad said on the car ride over here. "Remember Shawn, be a gentleman tonight." He said in stern but loving way.
I notice Camila and Emma walking towards us and decide the gentlemanly thing to do in this situation is run.
I turn to run but Niall stops me. "Oh no man, no way. You gotta put your big boy pants on!" He laughs out as he turns me back around and I'm met face to face with Camila and Emma.
"He...hello ladies! Loo....looking very nice this evening." I gulp. God Shawn don't be an idiot. You got this!
"Thank you Shawn, you and the boys don't clean up to bad either." Camila says sweetly as she bats her eyelashes as me.
Yep! I'm done....officially consumed with remembering the sight in front of me forever.
"Thanks Mila. Can I get you or Emma a drink?" I ask.
"No, I think we'll be okay until dinner." Emma pipes up as she notices Niall's eyes on her. He seems to have the same heart eyes that I do, only for Emma.
"Ok...well I guess we'll see you at dinner." I say shakily, trying to compose myself.
"Sounds good." Camila says. "Bye boys." She winks at me and I about fall over. I'm in deep shit. Oh no.
As the night goes on, dinner is served as well as desert and awards are given out. The end of the night is reserved for dancing and drinking. Most of the older people quickly call it a night while the 20 and 30 somethings stay behind and party the night away.
I've managed to avoid eye contact with Camila so far since our earlier encounter, but during dinner I couldn't help but steal a few looks at her. She looks incredible in that black dress. Watching her laugh and smile makes my heart sing. I just wish she was laughing and smiling at me. The thought that it's not me is driving me crazy.
Pretty soon the girls come over with Aaliyah. Aaliyah wants to dance but they are playing a slow song so she grabs Connor, Emma grabs Niall which leaves me and Camila.
Here goes nothing....
"You want to dance Miss. Cabello?" I say politely holding out my hand to her.
"Sure, why not." She says as she takes my hand. The instant contact has us both pulling back as if we just touched a hot stove. Deciding to try again, Camila takes me hand and guides me to the dance floor.
We end up in middle, surrounded by Connor, my sister, Emma and Niall. As the song continues, I grab lightly as her waist with one hand and hold her other hand in mine.
"I'm sorry if this is weird or uncomfortable for you." I say to her.
"I wouldn't have agreed if I was going to be uncomfortable Shawn." She says in reply. "I'm sorry for getting mad at you the other day. Let's just get through this dance and then we can go our separate ways." She states like I don't have a choice in the matter.
"Ok." I sigh disappointed.
As we sway to the music and I twirl her around, I notice a smile peak across her beautiful face. God why was I such an idiot? She's so beautiful and smart. Why couldn't I have kept my dick in my pants that night?
Shaking my thoughts, I can't help but notice that she's now looking right at me.
"This is new for you Mendes....you feeling ok?"
I take a deep breath.
"Yeah...yeah I'm good. Just trying something different I guess" I stumble on my words.
"Well...it's kind of nice for a change." She says. "You're not hitting on me, we talked a little, danced a little. If I didn't know any better Shawn, I'd say your changing Mr. Playboy." She smirks.
"Yeah..." I say quietly as the song ends and we break apart.
