How Many Ways

We Can't Let Go, Pt. 3

A/N: I'm gonna be busy crying in the corner over the Christmas picture Camila posted that was obviously taken by Shawn in his condo... The videos of them at dinner in Toronto... the pictures of him picking her up from the airport... I am so single.

This chapter NOT edited at all, its 3am and I gotta go to work...

Also the picture for this chapter... hot af!

A new batch of Holy Water available if you need it...

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"That's a wraaappppp!" he called out, everyone around them erupting into applause. But he didn't see or hear any of them. He turned towards her and they wrapped their arms around each other. He pulled her close and she buried herself into him. He smiled into her hair, hoping she couldn't hear how erratic his heart was beating. Every nerve in his body was on fire from just having her in his arms.

She pulled back to look at him but kept her arms around him. "I'll text you" she said. The tension between them was so close to breaking. She was surprised it hadn't already consumed both of them.

Looks at her one last time as they slowly separate, both hesitant to break their physical connection just yet. Without realizing it, he licks his lips as his eyes travel down her face and land on hers. She breaks their eye contact first, turning towards her mom. But he takes his time to watch her walk away from him. His eyes lingering on her hips.

As she reached her mom, she could feel his eyes still on her. Every nerve in her body was on fire. From the way, they were pressed together in the hotel scene to when he had her pressed into the wall during the dance. She had no control over how her body was reacting, how her body was not aching for him. Her head was full, her heart was erratic. She had no control over how obsessive she was becoming over her need for him.

She wasn't paying attention to anything her mother was saying, she was watching him, watching the way he moved, watching the way the muscles in his back rippled, watching the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed at whatever Connor had just said. The songs she had written did nothing to dampen her desire. She thought getting her needs and thought down in song form would help, it usually did. But in this case, it made the need, the want and the desire that much more intense.

"Camila!"

Eyes wide she looked at her mom, who had moved to stand in front of her. "Mama." She responded, finally dragging her eyes away from him, but not before his eyes locked with hers and he smiled at her. She thought she would collapse to the floor just from the look on his face alone.

"Camila... did you hear anything I just said?" Sinu asked her, knowing full well her daughter was too preoccupied with the tallboy to listen.

"I'm sorry mama, I didn't. What's up?" she asked, stealing glances over her moms' shoulder at him. Her mouth running dry as her eyes followed the path his tongue made as he drug it across his bottom lip.

She let out a painful breath, her lungs screaming for air. She broke the tension that was crackling between by turning around and heading for her trailer. She needed space from him, she needed to get a handle on her emotions. She walked with her mom to her trailer but could still feel his eyes on her.

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She looked around the trailer one last time. Making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Her mom had already gone to the car. She grabbed her purse, went out the door and closed it firmly behind her. As she turned from the trailer and looked up, she saw him.

He looked like he had stepped out of a movie. Leaning against the trailer opposite hers. One stray curl falling over his forehead, the expression on his face was soft, but there was something about the slight turn of his lips as he smiled that caused a very noticeable shiver to run down her spine. His t-shirt was tight against the muscles of his chest, his jeans fitting to his hips in a way that made her hands start to shake.