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You take a sip from your iced coffee, leaning back in the passenger's seat to admire the beautiful pink sky over L.A. "It looks like cotton candy," you say with a smile and Shawn raises his eyebrows at you, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on your thigh.
"The sky," you explain with a giggle and his face lights up, rosy cheeks and bright eyes, as he follows your gaze.
"Ah yes, it looks so pretty," he replies, grabbing your iced coffee to take a sip as he stops at a red light.
You don't even protest. You think it's a fair deal that he takes sips from your drink when you get to steal his hoodies. Even though it is usually warm and sunny in L.A., it's a cloudy day today and the breeze that comes from the coast is chilly and makes you want to drown in the soft navy blue fabric.
It was Shawn's day off so you decided to run errands and buy some groceries because even though you had rented out a nice house in Malibu, that fridge wouldn't magically fill itself and groceries shopping is always more fun with Shawn.
He pulls over at a gas station and you sigh. "Does this car ever not need gas?"
Shawn laughs, turning off the engine. "I know, all I do is drive from one gas station to another," he says with a lighthearted chuckle that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. "Oh but we should let it get cleaned, too. Our last road trip took a toll on the windshield."
You nod before getting out of the car and you spot the car wash. "Yeah, there's a car wash over there."
Even though the SUV is a rental car you don't want to give it back having it look like it came straight out of a Sahara trip with all the sand and dirt scattered over it and Shawn goes inside to pay while you wait outside, wandering towards the car wash. You loved days like these, where Shawn was just a normal guy and not a celebrity. You loved doing the most average things with him because he made every situation better. Even stopping at a gas station could be fun and while you wait for the car to go through the car wash, you step on the curb, elevating you a few inches so that you are a little above Shawn which rarely happens as he usually towers over you.
He rests his hands on your hips, smiling up at you and you place your hands on his hoodie-clad shoulders to lean down for a quick peck on the lips. Even though you are not very into PDA, Shawn made you change your mind. With him looking like he does it is hard to keep your hands to yourself and you hug him tightly as he presses his cheek against your chest, almost knocking the air out of your lungs with the force he puts into the embrace, making you giggle.
You ruffle his curls, fingers threading through his thick hair that desperately needed a haircut but you don't mind as his curls are all over the place, wrapping so perfectly around your fingers.
You can feel his hands starting to wander from your hips to your butt and you giggle, taking his huge hands to move them back up. "Not here," you whisper and he pouts at you.
