Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor
I dare you to move
I dare you to move
Like today never happened
Today never happened
Switchfoot:- Dare You To Move
By the time Antioco came back to take their orders, Juliet had just basically said 'screw it' about feeling guilty and was now just full out holding Shawn's hand.
She wasn't going to feel like a horrible person when her so called husband went out last night and came home with a shirt covered in lip gloss. It hadn't even been the first time he'd cheated on her, hence her clear disinterest in it. The first time he'd slept with someone else had been on their honeymoon for Christ's sake. He'd admitted having sex with the hotel maid a few months later, before admitting to another woman a few weeks after they had gotten back. She was hardly even shocked anymore when he didn't come home at night. At the wedding of a family friend, she'd even overheard him bragging about sleeping with one of the bridesmaids. So no, she wasn't going to feel even the slightest hint of guilt for whatever was happening between herself and Shawn.
His large palm was warm and his fingers weren't too rough as he drew circles over her skin absentmindedly. She thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of simply holding his hand because with him it suddenly felt like the most intimate thing in the world that they could do. In this quiet little place, away from prying eyes and the worries of the world, they could just sit and enjoy each others company and simply revel in the gentle touch that Juliet had missed so much. He couldn't keep the smile off of his face and she was having an equally difficult time with her own grin. They both knew that problems could arise if anything happened between them. It was easy to work out but neither one seemed to care.
She hated her husband with all of her heart. She wanted to be as far away from him and his little world filled with himself as possible. With Shawn, she felt like she was galaxies away from her old lonely life. She felt the connection between them. It was so hard to ignore. It was like a magnet pulling her in and she knew just from the way he kept looking at her when he thought she wasn't paying attention that he could feel it too. Why else would he have stayed? She brushed her fingers over the hair on the back of his hand and he turned his palm upwards, squeezing her fingers reassuringly.
They would undoubtedly talk about what was happening between them later but now was just a time to let said things happen.
"Ah, you two look so happy! You make a beautiful couple, if you don't mind me saying," Antioco noticed their joined hands almost the very second he arrived with their drinks. Nothing got past him, especially when it came to Shawn. He could always tell when he was excited about something and the kid was clearly excited about the pretty young woman sitting across from him. Antioco was glad. Every time he saw Shawn, he was on his own. It made him a little sad to think of him being lonely out there in the wide world.
But this pretty Juliet, she was clearly a gem of a woman. The way they seemed to get happiness just from holding each others hands. It reminded him so much of his own dear wife. While Antioco analyzed the pair at the table, Shawn glanced at Juliet, unaware if he should correct Antioco or if he shouldn't say anything at all. Juliet answered for him with hardly a moment to spare.
"I certainly think so," she said quietly and Shawn's face lit up like someone had just plugged him into a generator. Juliet giggled softly and Antioco grinned to himself. Yes, they were a very happy and compatible couple indeed. He was especially glad that she didn't take any of his crap, which she'd proven during his story earlier. Yes, a woman like that would be good for young Shawn.
"I'm glad to hear it. Here you go, two icy cold beers straight from the fridge," he set down the tray and removed their bottles, passing first to Juliet and then to Shawn. They thanked him and gave their food orders, Juliet excited to try something new. Antioco recommended the carbonara, which was his specialty dish. He may not be the best cook in the world, but he made the best carbonara in Las Vegas! Juliet accepted his suggestion and so did Shawn, assuring her that Antioco's huffing and puffing was all true. The food would blow her away.
"I won't be long. I'll have one of the boys bring you some bread for the table as well."
They thanked him again and off he went, leaving them alone once more. "So Jules, I was thinking after dinner, since the night is still young... How about we hit a bar and then go and do something else? If I'm honest, I really do want to spend some more time with you..." he said, his face open and his eyes pleading. He was constantly glancing down at their joined hands to make sure she was actually real. He couldn't believe his luck. He wanted to know everything about this amazing woman, every little minute detail about her life. He wanted to show her how good life could be and how much fun she could have with the right person to show her. He just needed her to give him the chance.
Juliet, on the other side of the table was thinking all of the things he was. She wanted to explore this city with him, go places she'd never been before. The urge to kiss him was almost overwhelming, but she held herself back. The attraction was simmering under the surface and she knew she wasn't going to be able to resist it for much longer. She'd spent all day thinking about him and here he was, holding her hand after saving her again. She was never going to say no to him and she knew it. He could ask her to go to his bedroom with him right now and she would agree.
But she knew he wouldn't. He was a gentleman through and through. He knew she was married, unhappily yes, but married all the same. She knew it was holding him back from doing anything and she respected him for that. But she also knew that she'd felt more in two nights with Shawn than in two years with Jonathon. She felt alive for once in her life and it was because if him. Her husband hadn't loved her for a long time and she didn't feel anything for him either. There was nothing holding her back but a measly, meaningless piece of paper.
So she answered honestly when she finally spoke.
"That sounds like it'll be a blast Shawn. Can we try that little bar you pointed out to me on the way here? It looked nice," she asked and then bit back an amused smile when he practically bounced in his seat with excitement at her answer. She was going to enjoy this city and she was going to enjoy it with him.
"Jules, this big city is yours to do what you want with. We can go wherever you want tonight and any other night you decide to give me the honor of taking you out," he seemed genuinely pleased at the prospect of showing her around, already beginning a plan of all the best places to take her to in his head. Juliet laughed softly and with her free hand, she held out her beer bottle. He used his own to clink them together. "Cheers Jules."
"Cheers Shawn."
They were still holding hands by the time Antioco brought their food to the table, balancing a tray of delicious smelling food in each hand. After setting their plates down, he supplied the bread for their table noticing that they still hadn't let go of each other, fingers still intertwined. He rushed off after that without much conversation to spare except for 'Enjoy your meal'. He didn't want to disturb them any more than was necessary. After all, they could hardly have a heartfelt talk with himself droning away in the background, could they? Juliet didn't think there was anything odd about his behavior and immediately went with gusto for her dinner. She hadn't eaten anything since lunch and her stomach was certainly protesting about it.
Shawn, on the other hand watched Antioco leave curiously. He was acting even crazier than usual tonight...
Usually Antioco never missed an opportunity to talk until he was blue in the face but this time he'd run off with hardly a word to either of them. With an inward shrug as he gave up trying to guess, Shawn began to enjoy his food. The only qualm he had about it was the fact that he had to let go of Juliet's hand to be able to eat it at all. She didn't seem all that pleased either at releasing him, so, with the thought that she didn't want to lose contact with him in mind, she stretched out her leg under the table and brushed it against his. He grinned, glancing up from his food and nudging her back.
"If I didn't know any better Jules, I'd say that you quite enjoyed feeling me up," he winked and she rolled her eyes skywards playfully at his teasing tone.
"Oh please, if I'd have wanted to feel you up I would have done it properly by now," she shot back just as quickly and he raised his eyebrows. He liked a girl who could keep up with a verbal spar and there were moments last night and today when Juliet didn't just spar. She kicked his butt. She threw a smirk his way, plucking a piece of bread from the plate in front of her. His eyes followed her every movement and Juliet loved the attention.
"Come on Jules, you and I both know that I'm irresistible. You can't deny it," he shrugged innocently as though it was the most well known fact in the world. Juliet actually agreed with him. He was irresistible and she was having a very hard time ignoring that fact. So, ever since she'd taken the plunge and held his hand, she had stopped ignoring just how attractive he was. Not just emotionally attractive either. Physically, Shawn was fine.
"You caught me," she held her hands up and he pumped his arm in silent victory. Tossing a piece of her bread towards him, he caught it neatly and went back to his food triumphantly smug. She didn't even bother to reprimand him about it, finding him far too cute when he was gloating to do so.
Instead she returned to her own meal, now getting why Antioco claimed that he made the best carbonara in Las Vegas. It was warm and filling, not too light or too heavy. She could see why Shawn enjoyed it so much. Personally, she could have eaten the meal ten times over in one night, it was just that delicious. Antioco should market it and sell it in stores, Juliet thought.
With the candle flickering merrily in between them, they ate in a companionable silence. They would share the bread out, Shawn flicking crumbs towards her playfully. She would flick them back, starting a match that wasn't going to be won and eventually they would give up, giggling like children and going back to the food that they'd been ignoring.
All the while, their legs were entangled together under the table.
Once everything was gone from their plates, Shawn and Juliet bid goodbye to Antioco and headed back outside into the now dark evening. Although, Juliet lifted her face to the sky, the glow from the city lights illuminating it; things could never really be that dark here. There was always something blazing with light like a beacon in the night. A gentle breeze whipped her hair around her face and she suddenly regretted leaving it down. Shawn noticed with a sideways glance, reaching up and tucking some of the strands behind her ears. Juliet linked her arm through his again as they back tracked through the streets towards the bar he'd been telling her about. If it was going to be anything like the restaurant then she knew she would love it.
They couldn't stop talking to each other the whole way there, sharing their experiences of the food and what they both thought. Juliet loved the intent look of concentration that swept over his features when he was trying to think of something or when he was listening to her tell him something important. Well... it wasn't really important, but he made it seem that way. In fact, he went out of his way several times to ask her more questions about herself, particularly about her relationship with her mother this time. When she inquired why he was interested, he'd explained.
"You're face lights up when you talk about her. I like it and I'd like to hear more," he shrugged like it was the most simplistic thing in the world. But to Juliet it meant everything. Someone who was actually interested in what she had to say. Who went out of his way to find out more about her? She could get used to a life like that.
He didn't even let up while they were drinking in the bar. Question after question flew her way as they sat in a quiet corner, away from the other patrons.
It was larger than Antioco's place had been, with thick, heavy wooden tables scattered around the floor and an even heavier atmosphere in the room itself. It was a little dingy and for a while she wandered what on earth had ever attracted him to it. He could see her bemusement in the way she was looking around, like she was searching for some hidden gem to pop out and surprise her. All he said, very cryptically, was that she had to wait for a while. She looked at him oddly and he only smiled into his drink as a tinkling of a bell sounded in the background, cutting through the din. Juliet turned and watched as almost everyone in the room set their drinks down and looked skyward.
Glancing at Shawn, she realized that he was doing the same thing and she followed suit, not wanting to be left out of whatever was about to happen. When she finally looked at the ceiling, she couldn't stop her little intake of breath. She hadn't noticed that it wasn't a regular ceiling when she'd arrived. It had been too dark when she'd wandered inside to see it. But now that her eyes had adjusted to the dark, she could make out that it was made up of hundreds of shards of colored, broken glass.
Somewhere above the multicolored ceiling, a floodlight turned on. The whole dingy little room was suddenly bathed in light and a rainbow of colors; from the deepest red to the brightest shade of green. She looked around in awe and wonderment, before looking at Shawn to see if he shared her excitement. He did, his face several shades from blue to yellow and back again. "Do you like it? I thought it would be a nice touch, bringing you here..." he shrugged, going back to his beer. Juliet hadn't answered, laying her head onto his shoulder and watching the lights and colors dance over the faces of the other customers. "I'll take that as a yes," he murmured with a smirk and she batted at his arm to make him shush.
Her whole body hummed at their closeness, the body to body contact doing very little for her self control.
It was ten thirty when they finally decided to head back to the hotel, much to Juliet's despair. She didn't want the night to end at all. She had no idea how long she was going to get with him and she wanted to spend as much time as possible with him before he disappeared again. But she didn't want to think of that either. Nothing was going to spoil her night. She was feeling a little tipsy by now and Shawn was too, all the beer going to their heads as they giggled their way back through the streets which were bustling with the night life of the city. They weren't drunk enough to let their guards down or to do something stupid, but they had a nice buzz going that could have lasted them all night. Shawn steered her through the streets of the city, this way and that until she began to recognize her surroundings. They weren't far from the hotel now.
Juliet suddenly had a thought and slowed her pace down, tugging Shawn backwards with her. "You okay Jules?" he asked, looking down at her. She nodded with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm great. I have a question that you might be able to answer me though."
"Oh?" he looked concerned for a moment, before she let out a little giggle at his confused face. He frowned at her, raising an eyebrow. This only caused her to laugh more. "Oh come on Jules, my face isn't that funny is it?" he stuck his bottom lip out in a delightful little pout that had her wanting to lean forward and suck his bottom lip between her own. But even in her tipsy state, she resisted her baser urges for the time being. He caught her looking at his bottom lip and quickly grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "Or is this the kind of question that leads to me doing terrible things?"
"Nothing sinister Shawn," she pulled him closer to her side as they started to walk again side by side. "I was just wondering what Lycra was. Is it a club here in town or something?" She played it dumb, not telling him that Jonathon was there. She wanted an honest, unbiased answer. Shawn snorted loudly at the question.
"How did you even hear about that hole Jules? Nice girls like you don't want to be seen dead in that part of town, especially in that Lycra place. From what I hear it's only full of hookers masquerading as strippers. Not exactly the most wholesome family joint a person can visit when they're here. A friend of mine, Jason, used to work in it. Some of the stories he used to tell me were disturbing to say the least," he grimaced and Juliet now knew where Jonathon was tonight.
In a bar full of hookers probably having a good time in one of the back rooms.
Well, two could play at that game she scowled, before glancing at Shawn and righting herself. As much as she wanted payback, she wasn't going to use Shawn for that. No... she liked him far too much to have him just be a revenge lay. She needed to do something else first... "Why do you ask Jules?" his voice interrupted her train of revenge thoughts.
"I just saw a few fliers for it, is all. I wondered what it was," she shrugged, smiling sweetly up at him. He seemed appeased by her answer and they continued along the street. Juliet's mind was racing at a mile a minute. That had sealed the deal. As soon as she saw that scum's miserable little face, she was telling him she wanted a divorce. Divorce... That word had always scared her but now it seemed almost empowering. See how he liked that, when all of his funds and business ventures belonged to her and her alone. That would be the main kick in the face for him. He wouldn't care that she was leaving him. No, he would only care about the money and until the next time she saw him on this vacation, she was going to have even more of a blast with Shawn.
Her marriage had not only hit the rocks little more than a month in but it was now nothing but wreckage lying on said rocky shore. There was nothing keeping her with Jonathon anymore. She'd been too scared to leave him, scared of a life on her own. But in the last two days... something had just clicked in her mind. She was always on her own anyway. She knew how to take care of herself. She could make friends, the proof of which was walking beside her.
Although... she didn't really know what category Shawn fell into just yet.
Sure, two days was an awfully short amount of time to know a potential partner in. Yet, she felt like they had known each other for years. Every conversation was as easy as the last, every compliment sincere and every question asked hid an actual desire to know more about each other. When she touched him, or when his fingers brushed hers, the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end like an electric current was running through her veins. He set her on fire with his lust for life, for adventure. She wanted to know more, know everything about him and his life. She wanted to know if he looked like his father or his mother, if he'd always been so adventurous.
She already knew that his favorite color was green and that when he was seventeen he'd fallen out of a tree and broken his arm in three places. She knew he had a scar on his chest from surgery when he was a child and that he'd always wanted to be an adventurer when he was young. He knew just as much about her, even though there wasn't much to tell from the last few years. He hadn't seemed to mind very much.
In the space of two days, he'd completely changed her outlook on life. When he looked at her, her blood boiled in her veins. Just like the city around her, Shawn made her feel like she was alive again. She would be forever grateful for that alone, even if nothing ever happened between them.
Although, the way he kept looking at her and the ever present tingle in her thighs when she was close to him was enough assurance that they were just as equally attracted to each other's bodies as they were the minds. She'd never met anyone so compatible with her in her whole life. The feeling was amazing, just to know that they loved all of the same things, thought the same jokes were funny and bounced off of each other so well.
She wanted to tell him what she'd just decided straight away, but she quickly changed her mind after a little deliberation. She would wait for a while before telling him that she was leaving Jonathon and before telling him that she wanted him instead. Another day wouldn't hurt and besides... tomorrow was Jonathon's big conference. She planned to skip it and piss him off. She knew that with Shawn's help, she would have the nerve to actually do it.
Jonathon could officially go to hell for all she cared now. Shawn looked down at her and spoke. "Did you hear me Jules? Or are you trying to think of ways to get out of it? Either's fine with me," he chuckled nervously and she shook herself from her thoughts.
"Sorry Shawn! I guess I was just lost in thought. What did you ask me?"
"I was just wondering if you'd like to come back up to my room and watch a movie," he shrugged, clearly embarrassed again. "No hidden agenda's or anything. I promise I'm not trying to get you into bed. I just figured it would be a nice way to round off the night. I mean we don't have to. We can go back out and do something because I really don't want you to be uncomfortable around me Jules or think I'm some sort of-" she cut him off by leaning up and brushing her lips gently over his jaw, trailing a path right down through his stubble and stopping at his chin. He had stopped mid-sentence, suddenly unable to think of any more words to ramble with.
"Shawn, you were rambling," she smiled, pulling away a little bit. She remained close enough to feel his breath when he finally regained the power of speech again though.
"I was?" he mumbled softly."Imagine that."
"Come on, let's go and watch a film. I get to pick seeing as you are officially at my mercy," she laughed, tugging him by the hand towards the hotel doors.
"You have no idea..." he murmured, heart beating wildly in his chest and sending his blood pounding into his ears as he let her take the lead. He couldn't get enough of her. She was astounding, amazing, magnificent... married... he groaned inwardly. She probably had no idea how much he wanted to kiss her properly, pushing her against the wall to devour her mouth with his own. He felt his stomach tighten, a bolt of arousal going through him but he managed to push the feeling away. He wasn't going to take advantage of her. Anything that happened between them would happen on her terms, he'd already decided that.
She pulled him inside the hotel, ignoring another surprised look from the doorman before she let him walk beside her again. After all, she didn't exactly know the way to his room. Shawn nodded towards the elevator and she grinned. Finally, a guy who didn't want to walk up thousands of stairs to keep fit. In the heels she was wearing, she wouldn't have made it very far anyway. Her feet were already starting to hurt. Dipping down, she slipped them off and carried them the rest of the way. Shawn ushered her into the elevator first, before stepping in behind her and pressing the button for the top floor.
She looked surprised and he merely smirked.
The top floor was so much higher than her floor was and when they finally got out of the elevator Juliet was buzzing with excitement. Shawn showed her the way to his room, unlocking the door and once again stepping aside so she could enter first. She turned the light on when she did, pleasantly surprised at the neat and tidy room before her. For a guy who was living alone in a hotel room, it was miraculously clean and welcoming. At least twice the size of her double room way downstairs.
He had the same flat screen and couch arrangement as she did, but the balcony doors were much grander. He motioned towards them. "Want to look at the view for a while?" he asked softly and she nodded, leading the way. She clicked the doors open and stepped out onto the wide balcony, the night air just as warm and welcoming as it had been way down below. She hugged her arms around herself and leaned on the rail, amazed at just how far away she could see and how small the streets looked below her.
Shawn came close to her from behind, his body pressing against her back as he looked over her shoulder, hands on the railing either side of her. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, watching the night sky which seemed so much closer all the way up here. "Thank you for tonight Shawn. It seems like I'm thanking you a lot lately," she murmured, not wanting to break the peaceful silence. He nuzzled his cheek against her hair.
"You're very welcome Jules. I know it's going to sound... insane when I ask you this. But," he trailed off and she loosened her arms from around herself, splaying her hands out on the rail over his own. That seemed to make him a little braver. "I want you to spend the day with me tomorrow. All day if you want." His voice was gentle and calm, breath ghosting over her cheek and she melted.
"Of course I will- Oh..." she suddenly remembered Jonathon's social event.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," she smiled. Screw Jonathon. The first thing she was telling him he next time she laid eyes on him was that she wanted a divorce. She wasn't going to be the little wife anymore and she certainly wasn't planning on letting him flaunt her at a party. "I'd love to spend tomorrow with you." He sighed happily, rubbing his cheek against her again.
"Good. You won't regret it." She had no doubt that he would blow her away. Maybe they could hit a casino and win some cash, or go swimming in the heated pools. She knew he would make it special what ever they were doing. "Okay," he finally rumbled. "Let's go and check out the movie selection. I hope you have good taste Jules," he wrapped an arm around her neck and she pushed him, giggling when he didn't budge.
They wrestled a little on the way back inside, Shawn winning easily when he found her ticklish spot. She laughed loudly and struggled, wriggling in his arms as he jabbed her sides lightly with the tips of his fingers. She fell forwards onto the couch and he landed on his knees next to it, his laughter high pitched as she rolled onto her back. He patted her stomach gently before pushing himself up and grabbing the remote control from the coffee table. She scooted up, picking a cushion to hug and curling her legs up under herself. Shawn flopped back onto the couch, making them both bounce a little bit under his weight.
He splayed out, arms over the back and his legs stretched out in front of him. Juliet stole the remote from him and he grinned, holding out his arm invitingly. She cuddled into his side, still hugging her cushion to her chest while his fingers tickled her shoulder lightly. They picked a movie that they both liked and pressed play, thankful for the hotel's pay-per-view option. Shawn ordered room service for them; champagne and popcorn. Juliet had laughed.
"Champagne and popcorn?" she tilted her head to look up at him, her cheek against his shoulder since she was tucked comfortably into his side. He shrugged.
"Well, the champagne adds class and the popcorn adds the element of fun. So we're having a classy, fun meal," he concluded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Juliet shook her head in amusement.
"That makes perfect sense."
"Of course it does. Everything I say makes perfect sense," he stated cockily and Juliet shut him up by poking him in the side. He jumped and nudged her back before they finally settled down to watch their film. The food arrived about ten minutes later and Shawn had to leave her alone for a minute to go and collect it, tipping the boy who brought it with a twenty. It was safe to say that the kid almost had a heart attack when he realized it wasn't a five like he usually got. He thanked Shawn profusely several times before running off again to his next job while her companion just stood and looked confused as to why he was being thanked so much.
"I think that kid has a few issues he needs to work out," he shook his head, gathering up the popcorn in a bowl and picking up the bottle and the cooler.
He passed everything to her and she lay them out on the table, taking the champagne flute he offered her. He popped the cork with a bang and they laughed as a lot of the liquid made a valiant attempt to escape. They managed to salvage most of it by catching it with their glasses. They drained the excess before pouring out two real glasses, sinking back into the deep couch with the gargantuan bowl of popcorn on Shawn's lap. Juliet snuggled into his side again and he seemed perfectly content to let her.
The movie they had picked was a long one and by the time it was over, it was after midnight again. They had been quiet for a while, Juliet engrossed by the ending as she always was. As the credits rolled, she turned to share her enjoyment with Shawn only to have to stifle a loud giggle. His head was thrown back against the cushions, his arm still around her and his eyes closed over. "Light weight," she mumbled affectionately.
He'd fallen asleep.
She watched him for a little while, his chest rising and falling evenly every few seconds. He would sometimes let out a little snore and she would bite her lip to stop from laughing and waking him up. Eventually though, she knew she would have to leave and she didn't want to go without saying goodbye to him. Until tomorrow at least. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered his name. "Shawn, wake up." He grumbled something unintelligible and she patted his chest reassuringly. "Come on Shawn, it's me Juliet. Wake up, it's time I was getting back." He frowned, halfway between sleep and consciousness.
"No..." he groaned, his arm tightening around her and causing her to fall against him even more. "Stay," he muttered, his other arm coming up to trap her in a hug as he cuddled her to his chest. Juliet enjoyed the position for a minute or two, Shawn's body warm and welcoming and his arms feeling like a protective bubble.
But she knew she had to go and find her jackass of a husband and tell him she wanted to get rid of him.
"Shawn," she laughed, louder this time as she pressed a kiss to his cheek. His eyelids fluttered and he yawned, opening his eyes fully and squinting in the light. He groaned a little, lifting his head to look at her. "Hi," she smiled and he grinned back sleepily, noticing his arms holding her for the first time. He released her a little bit so she could pull back.
"Hey Jules... I fell asleep didn't I?"
She nodded, patting his chest. "You did. Don't worry though, you were adorable."
"Not manly? Seriously Jules? I'm adorable?" he pouted, doing little to dispel her original thoughts.
"You're adorably manly Shawn. Is that better?" she asked, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him. He nodded with a grin. "Good. I have to go though..." she added reluctantly, not wanting to leave the safety that his arms provided. His face fell a little.
"If you have to, I guess it's okay. But you'll meet me tomorrow right? Nine o'clock by the fountain outside? I'll have a surprise waiting for you if you decided you want to keep me company all day," he promised, hoping that it would tempt her even more to spend the day with him. Juliet thought it was cute that he was still trying to justify himself to her. There was no way she was passing up the opportunity to spend a whole day with him.
"Shawn, I'll be there," she promised, laying another kiss on his cheek before she got up from the couch. Shawn stretched when she did, yawning again. "You should get some sleep mister. Rescuing damsels in distress must be very tiring," she ruffled his hair, loving just how soft it felt under her palm. He grabbed her hand before she could pull it away, kissing it as a goodbye.
"Sleep well Jules," he watched her as she made her way to the door. She knew she would. She would sleep wonderfully tonight because she'd be dreaming of him. She didn't care how clique that sounded because it was true. Whispering goodnight again, she closed the door behind her, grinning like a fool all the way back to her room. She was in serious trouble and she knew it. How could you fall for a man you'd only known for two days?
She didn't have an answer. All she knew was that she was deeply attracted to Shawn both physically and emotionally. She was spending the whole day with him tomorrow and she was giddy with excitement. A whole day of fun with him, acting like a kid and holding hands while they walked to new places.
She was never going to be able to get enough of him and she hoped beyond hope that he felt the same way about her.
Back inside his hotel room, Shawn tossed and turned on his big lonely bed. He looked over to the side that Juliet had been curled into not fifteen minutes before and he wished that she was there with him. He missed her. He'd known her for a grand total of two days and he actually missed her when she wasn't next to him. She was like a drug.
It was insane how attached to her he felt. He shouldn't be this emotionally involved with anyone after only two days. Yet... he was. He wanted her badly and he knew it. What scared him the most was that he didn't just want her sexually. He wanted her to be here with him right now, giggling in that adorable way she did and enjoying all of the simple things that he usually took for granted. She made him see them in a whole new light.
Rolling onto his side, he sighed. He just hoped she felt the same way about him...
A/N: Chapter four is over and done with so you can all look forward to Shawn and Juliet's big day out in the next two chapters. I have a feeling that Jonathon's big conference is about to be gate crashed by a pair of hooligans! Nothing else to really say about this chapter other than I hope you enjoyed it.
Reviews are like daring to move. A little risky if you're being watched by a twenty foot tall T-Rex with a penchant for stamping on little things.
