Polaroids s.m.+ c.c.

chapter twenty

Night before Shawn left

"You should seriously lock those doors, serial killer can get in and kill you"

Camila looked from her book she read to block all the thoughts about him leaving this town somewhere so far away.

She smiled at him, he leaned on the door frame with small smirk on his face. He looked tired with bags under his eyes.
But he's nothing less than beautiful to her.

She stood up, facing him.
"When are you leaving?" She asked quietly.

"Tomorrow morning"

Closing her eyes, few tears fell down her cheeks.
"Please, don't cry" she felt his warm palms on her face, leaning in them, she felt safe and sound.

She opened her eyes, locking with his broken ones.
"Don't cry" he whispered.

"How not to?" She whispered too, as he shocked his head, leaning their foreheads together.

"You're gonna be okay" he said to her, his breath hitting her lips.
This was her Shawn, so soft and calm, just for her. She missed him.

"I won't"

"I know you will" she held back sob so she wrapped her hands around his neck,
"Kiss me"

His hand sneaked into her hair holding her jaw, their lips parted and he connected them together.
She tasted him; mix of mint and something warm and delicious.

Their tongues tied together, her tears still fell down as they walked behind, until she bumped down on the bed.

"You're so beautiful" he said to her, gazing at her every face line.
"Don't tell me that" she said quietly afraid that she will break down.

"Why?"

"It makes me fall in love with you even more" she bit her lip, one sob leaving her lips.

"Don't cry, it breaks me" she shocked her head brushing her tears away saying that she won't cry anymore.

His lips went down on her, pecking them few times, then moved to her face, he didn't kiss her, he breathed her in so he could always remember her scent.

Her hands roamed up his back to his soft curly hair. Gasping she felt his lips on her neck, sucking her sweet skin.

Her fingers traced under his shirt, she took edges of it and stripped him down.
God - he looked truly as some Greek mythology god.

Her mouth watered as his own fingers traced her collar bone.
She could stop the feeling she felt under her underwear, she pulsed.

He took her top off, leaving her in small lacy bra, he loved lace.
"Shawn -" she gasped as his teeth marked top of her breast, fingers playing with clip behind.

"Tell me Camila, what do you want?" He asked her in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

"You"
"I want you" he smiled in crock of her neck as he took her bra off, then her sleeping shorts.

He was supported on his knees looking down at her. Like she's the most beautiful piece of art ever existing.

She got on her knees, fire burning in her eyes, her lips went down on his neck, making her way over his skin down his stomach, his eyes were closed and he gasped at the feeling.