𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 , set aside in neat stack on desk affectionately dubbed the done pile ––– & sights are immediately set on boyfriend , with feet following in suit . it isn’t even technically quitting time ( the clock’s little hand has yet to tick past the five ) , & most of the station hasn’t been vacated yet , but in lassiter’s quick approach to shawn , fingers promptly entwine with the psychic’s & he pulls him close , noses nearly brushing . as if the public display of affection didn’t earn a few looks from coworkers . being out as a couple , finally , allowed for breath to come easier , like undoing the top few buttons of a too - tight shirt . with shame swallowed & effectively banished , they had no reason to hide anymore ––– & lassiter was far from shy in his gestures now , as evidenced by the gentle nuzzle given to shawn’s nose . ❛ what d’you say , honeybear ? ready to get outta here & get date night started ? ❜ / @psychicsham !












