chapter twelve
feelings
[anya rose steinburg]
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"do we have to go back to the house?" i moan the next day, after shawn and i leave the restaurant from our date night. he chuckles, linking an arm around my waist as we begin the short walk back.

"sadly, yes." he says, pressing his lips to my cheek.

"but staying in that hotel was so hassle free." i groan, as shawn let's out another laugh. "no one bothered us, it was like tour again, apart from having no andrew to force us out of bed!"

"my career forced us out of bed actually." shawn says in a matter of fact tone. i chuckle, rolling my eyes.

"then technically andrew did, he organised all the events." i say, making shawn laugh once more. "stop laughing at me!"

"hunny, how much did you drink at dinner?" he asks, as we come to a stop outside the house.

"i don't know, like five glasses of house red?" i remember, as shawn unlocks the house doors, slowly guiding me in. "bitch, i can walk around myself, i don't need you to guide me."

"why are you even talking like that?" shawn laughs, as we make our way upstairs and into my room. "last time i checked, i'm not a girl."

"i can still call you a bitch!" i squeal, as shawn slips off my heels for me, taking me into the bathroom.

"come on, love, shower." shawn tells me softly, turning on the running water of my shower.

"i don't want a shower!" i complain, making shawn laugh and roll his eyes. "run me a bath, servant."

"i'm not your servant." he chuckles, turning off the shower and running me a bath instead.

"then why are you running me a bath after i told you to run me a bath?" i point out, making shawn roll his eyes.

"alright, crazy, now strip and get in, i'll be waiting in your room." he says, leaving the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. i sigh, removing my dress and underwear, before sinking into the soapy waters, landing my back against the wall of the bath, placing my head down on the bath cushion at the end.

"shawn!" i call, realising my mouth feels a little dry.

"yeah hunny?" shawn yells back, making me smile softly.

"can you get me some lemon water? i'm thirsty!" i complain, sinking further into the waters.

"babe, i'm tired!" shawn groans on the other side. "how many lemon slices?"

"four please, in a tall glass of water." i smile at the door, as i hear him sigh, chuckling to himself. i play with the bubbles on the surface of the water, running my hands through the milky depths.

"anya?" shawn asks softly. "can i come in?"

"yeah!" i yell back, waiting for my water. shawn slowly opens the door, carrying my glass of water, and he places it down on the edge of the bathtub. "thanks baby."

"you're welcome, i'm gonna wait outside for you." he says, walking back towards the door.

"wait!" i yell, making shawn turn around. "the tubs too big for just me." i say, turning so i'm facing him. he rolls his eyes, removing his shirt and throwing it onto the floor to make a wash pile.

"you're crazy." shawn mumbles, getting into the bath behind me. he pulls me to his chest almost immediately, as i nestle my head below his neck, shutting my eyes.

"thanks for tonight, shawn," i yawn, as he trails his fingertips over my shoulder, pressing his lips onto my head.

"that's okay." he whispers back, linking his arm around my waist. "i-" he cuts himself off. "i'm really gonna miss you over the next few months."

"i'm gonna miss you too." i frown, opening my eyes. "i don't understand why i can't come with you."

"neither do i, you aren't a distraction. if anything, you're an inspiration." he tells me softly. "i suppose you could meet me in la a lot, if you want?"

"i guess i could." i shrug. "it's just not seeing you everyday, it's different because we've been seeing each other everyday for the past few months."

"yeah, i get you." he says. "we have facetime."

"i guess, it's just not the same." i shrug, as shawn buries his head into my neck, peppering his lips over my neck. i giggle, as his lips tickle the soft skin of my neck. "stop it, that tickles." shawn chuckles softy, holding my waist in his hands and laughing into my neck. "stop!"

"i love you." shawn mumbles softly to me, rubbing the sides of my waist in his large hands. i smile softly, settling my head onto his chest.

"i love you." i repeat back to him, pulling my knees closer to me.
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shawns arms immediately hook themselves around my waist as i try to leave the bed in the morning. i sigh, chuckling to myself, before turning around to face him. "shawn, it's 10 in the morning, get up." i laugh, as he groans, pushing his face further into one of my pillows. "shawn," i sigh, as he ends up pulling me back down so i'm in bed again.

"stay," he complains, holding me close to him.

"ten minutes, at the most." i say firmly, before settling into shawns embrace. i feel him smile against the back of my neck, as he holds onto me tighter, his arms over his white shirt that lies over my body.

"what are we gonna do today?" shawn asks me quietly, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"hmm, why don't we just have a lazy day?" i say, settling into his embrace.

"oh so now you don't want to get up?" he says teasingly, as i turn round so i'm facing him. "you get me wide awake for nothing."

"shut up." i groan, pushing his face gently. he laughs, opening his eyes and scanning over my face. "you didn't even have your eyes open till now!"

"what's that supposed to matter?" he asks me, holding me tightly.

"nothing." i shrug, knotting my bare legs with shawns. he jumps slightly, before moving me onto his chest.

"jesus anya, your legs are freezing." he says, rubbing his legs over mine to warm them up. "you're so cold, come here baby." he holds me so his body is like a blanket over me, before he situates the duvet so it's covering the two of us.

"thanks shawn." i mumble, setting into his embrace as light floods into the room. "turn on netflix, let's watch a movie." i say, looking up from his chest and turning my attention to the tv. shawn nods, reaching over me and grabbing the remote, turning on my netflix and scrolling through the selection of movies.

"what do you want to watch hun?" shawn asks me softy, sitting up and leaning his back onto the headboard. i sigh, looking at the screen.

"ooh, maid of honour! it's such a good film." i say, as shawn rolls his eyes.

"but that's such a girly film." he complains.

"fine then, bride wars." i smirk, knowing he semi likes that film. he groans, selecting the film, and wrapping his arm around me. "oh shush, you love this film."

"oh shush, you love this film." he mimics, making me laugh.

"shawn," i laugh, complaining. "stop it!"

"stop it!" he mimics again, laughing. "alright, do you want coffee?" he says, standing up from the bed. "i'll get some food too."

"don't be too long, and i'll have a black coffee please." he leans down, smiling at me, before pressing his lips to mine gently. "can you bring some strawberries too?"

"of course, darling." shawn smiles gently at me, before walking out of my room, shutting the door softly behind him.

i smile to myself, sinking into my white sheeted bed, covering my body with the blankets, as a soft blush runs over my cheeks, and butterflies erupt in my stomach, waiting for shawn to return. i knew somehow we'd be okay after this, and i knew my heart would choose him in the end. i'm just glad everything with the situation is pretty much over.

shawn emerges into my room, carrying a tray of breakfast and drinks with him, as he quickly rushes to the bed, pecking my lips before he places the tray down onto the bed. "thanks babe." i mumble, picking my coffee.

all was well.
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wow the anticipation kills, i can't wait to get the next few chapters out; especially, the new year's eve chapter

if you guys really think i'm gonna be that lenient on shawn and anya's relationship, you really don't know me haha