Low Income Affection | S.M & C.C

I Want You

Camila's POV

My heart leaped out of my chest at his words. My stomach was tied up in knots and my heart was practically exploding. At this rate, you might as well have called it a heart attack.

He was everything I could've ever wanted. He was someone I dreamed of having yet ignored the idea and pushed it aside because I was incredulous at the idea due to the fact that I could never imagine that someone could want to be with me, let alone be committed to me in such an intimate way.

I wanted to say yes at that very moment but I also wanted to give him the option to run now and never look back. I needed to know that he was certain because if I wasn't what he wanted then that was okay. I'd be okay. Though, I'd be crushed, he'd be happier.

"Are you...are you sure?" I asked, my eyes welling up with tears. I thought that it was stupid to cry but my anticipation was getting the best of me.

He laughed, "what do you mean am I sure? I'm...you're what I want and more."

I furrowed my eyebrows, not yet content with his answer, "no, like...like you can leave now and forget about me...this isn't necessary." I squirmed out of his grasp, "if you're only asking me to be your girlfriend because you feel the need to continue to pay for my basic needs then you can stop...I'll be fine-"

"Camila!" He shook my shoulders, a soft smile with his dimples on full display, "I don't want you to be my girlfriend just so that I could take care of you...of course, I am going to take care of you but I want you to be my girlfriend because I want you...everything about you, I want."

Now, ignoring everyone here, I let the tears fall and my heart detonate.

"You're everything I want and more...so let me try this again," he breathed out a huge breath before clearing his throat.

"Camila, will you be my girlfriend?" He had a hopeful grin plastered on his face and I knew that I could never say no.

I giggled, still not fully believing that this was happening as of now, "yes...oh my god, yes." I whispered, hugging him closely as he spun me around.

Neither of us paid much attention to the cheers and claps for us. As cliche as it sounds, it felt as if we were the only two in the world, completely untouchable. Every fear and doubt I had towards myself faded with every clap and cheer. Being in his arms felt so safe and so familiar, almost as if I've never left them before.

I backed away from his chest, still keeping him in my arms so that I could look up at him.

Slowly, I stood up on my tippy toes and leaned in as he did the same and we met in the middle, our lips moving slowly and perfectly against one another's.

The night ended with a walk around New York with my hands hugging his arm tightly against my body, keeping our hands intertwined until my feet went numb and our noses became red.

I turned to Shawn after unlocking the door to my apartment, "thank you for the date tonight, Shawn."

"Of course, babe." A huge smile appeared on his face upon his words. My nose scrunched at the thought of me getting used to him calling me that.

Shawn engulfed me in a hug before peppering kisses all over my neck, "god, I love calling you that." He mumbled.

"I love it too," I said, kissing him soundly before pulling back just to be drawn back in for a longer and more passionate one.

I sighed, "are you sure you can't stay tonight?" I whispered, my forehead against his.

Shawn brought a hand up to my face, caressing it softly, "I'm sorry, babe...I have work tomorrow but I promise I'll come by right after." He kissed my nose and then moved to my cheek and finally, my lips.

"Goodnight, baby." I whispered against his lips, already missing his touch.

His eyes widened and his features softened.

"What?" I asked.

"You...I love when you call me that." His cheeks painted a sheet of red, "aww, baby," I squeezed his cheeks, teasingly before kissing both of his rosy ones before finally saying our goodbyes for the night.

"I'll call you when I'm home, okay?"

"Okay."

That night, I hardly got any sleep. I was still in my high. It all felt like a dream, Shawn being that dream. I never wanted this dream to end or it be all a haze so sleeping was just out of the picture. It wasn't completely bad though, I spent the night talking to Shawn before demanding that he went to bed so that he could rest up for the scheduled surgeries he had the following day.

I was going to see him during the day anyways. Annabelle was still at the hospital to be monitored and I had time between my classes to go spend time with her. Meaning that I had time to see Shawn, even if it was just a glimpse of him, that was okay with me. Seeing him brought me peace.

A/n

A few more fluff chapters and then some possible drama because what's a book without some drama?