Touch | Shawn Mendes Imagine
A/N: I feel like all my spent up ideas over the past 3 months are pouring out because writing two in one day is unheard of in my world. BUT I LOVE THIS. IDK I HOPE YOU DO TOO.
Word Count: 1,917
I was frustrated.
Shawn was gone to visit his parents and I had to stay home from the visit, unfortunately. He had only been gone for maybe five hours but I missed him already, however, my body missed him more.
I sat down on the end of the bed and checked my phone. I had asked when Shawn would be home hoping I could hold off. But when he said he wasn’t sure when he’d be back I told him to hurry home, hoping he’d understand what I wanted. But Shawn still hadn’t checked his messages yet.
I knew he needed time with his family, but I also needed time with him.
Sitting on the end of the bed I was unsure of what do. Or well I wasn’t unsure, I was very acquainted with what I could do, but I wasn’t sure if I should.
Does it matter? I finally asked myself. No.