dedicated to @jojo223345! ily <3
"Y/N, check out this sweet balcony view!" Shawn shouts from outside.
You race across the carpeted hotel floor, stepping outside onto the balcony and leaning on the ledge.
"Woah," You smile.
"I'm so glad you got to come with me," He slips his arm around your shoulder and you lean on his, staring out over the picturesque outlook.
"Hey, this is good lighting, let's take a selfie," He says with a giggle as he pulls out his phone. "With the view in the background."
You nod in agreement, getting close to him as he opens up his camera and holds it out. First you take a cute one, your lips pressed to his cheek as he smiles broadly, his sunglasses flaring in the rays of the sun.
Next you take a silly one, sticking your tongue out and pretending to lick his face as he crosses his eyes.
He laughs as he pulls his phone down, spending the next few minutes deciding which one to post.
He ultimately posts the silly one, and his phone starts blowing up with comments of hearts and 'aww's.
He scoffs. "Everyone loves the selfies we take together."
"Well, we are everyone's otp," You say as you ease into the hotel couch.
"Look at all of these," He scrolls through his camera roll, which was about 95% selfies of the two of you starting from two weeks after you had started dating years ago.
"You should like, get those developed so we can make them a scrap book. Or maybe put them on the computer and make a slideshow so we can show it at the wedding," You suggest as he sits down next to you.
"Wait, what?" He freezes. "Did you just say wedding?"
"Well, yeah," You flush. "If I'm marrying anyone, I want it to be you. One day."
He leans back on the couch, his hand on your thigh as he presses his lips together.
"That's a really good idea," He says. "The slideshow, I mean."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. And also the wedding thing. I want to marry you one day too."
You look at him for a moment, and soon, he was looking at you too.
"I love you," He says quietly.
You respond by closing the gap between you and softly pressing your lips to his, your hands on his chest. You feel him fumble around in his jeans, but you keep your eyes closed, moving your mouth with his until the click of a camera startles you.
"Sorry, sweet baby," He says. "Had to get a selfie of that, for the slideshow."
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