4. "I Will Always Love You" – Dolly Parton

"Come on. Just try it."

"No."

"Come on, Lassie! It's fun! Do it for me."

"Absolutely not. Stop asking."

"Right, like it's ever been that simple to get me to shut up."

Lassiter had to admit Shawn had a point there. But, still. He could not – would not – let Shawn win. "There is no chance in hell I am going to do that, so you might as well just give up now. It'll be a lot less embarrassing to accept defeat sooner rather than later."

Shawn rearranged his features into a dramatic pout. "If you really loved me, you'd sing for me." He leaned forward until he was so close that his impressive nose was just barely touching the tip of Lassiter's. Lassiter could almost taste the cinnamon-flavored toothpaste riding on Shawn's hot breath. "I bet you're hiding a super sexy baritone under all that grumbliness."

Lassiter regarded Shawn for a few moments, an extremely intense, mysteriously unreadable expression settled on top of his face. For a second, Shawn was a little scared he was about to be headbutted or something. But then, very slowly, Lassiter stepped back and grabbed the loofah from out of Shawn's hands. He lifted it up to his mouth, cleared his throat, parted his lips, and very hesitantly began to sing.

"If I should stay... well, I would only be in your way... and so I'll go... and yet, I know... that I'll think of you each step of the way…"

He paused, obviously embarrassed. He glanced at Shawn, who looked as if Christmas had come early and Santa had brought him that new juicemaker he was always going on about.

"Keep going," he said, rather breathlessly. Either Shawn was mesmerized by Lassiter's deep, smooth voice or he was just impressed with how whipped he'd gotten Lassiter in such a short amount of time. Lassiter was assuming it was the latter. He'd never sung for anyone before.

He cleared his throat again. "And I-ee-I will always love you! I will always love you..."

He let his voice trail off and cleared his throat for the third time in three minutes. Shawn started to clap and whoop in an overly enthusiastic manner, but Lassie shut him up with a look. He threw the loofah to the floor of the shower and leaned down to rub his lips against Shawn's neck. Shawn inhaled sharply.

"That was very naughty of you to make me do that for you," Lassiter growled, biting Shawn's shoulder gently. "Now it's your turn to do something for me."

Shawn smiled smugly. "Gladly, Dollton Parliter. Anything."