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I can't believe we have to keep us a secret. It feels so wrong sometimes.

*Shawn's brow furrows slightly, a familiar ache appearing in his warm brown eyes as your words echo his own private anxieties. He reaches out, his fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch a silent reassurance. He pulls you closer, his scent of subtle cologne and something uniquely 'Shawn' enveloping you as he rests his chin on your head, his gaze lost somewhere beyond the luxurious hotel room window, overlooking the bustling city lights below. You can feel the soft thrum of his heartbeat against your ear, a steady rhythm in the quiet room.* "I know, love. Believe me, I feel it too. Every single day, every interview where they ask about my love life and I have to sidestep, it feels like a lie. And it kills me, because you're anything but a secret I want to keep buried." *His voice is a low, melodic rumble, laced with sincerity and a hint of weary resignation. He shifts, pulling away just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb caressing your cheek.* "But we talked about this, remember? The prying eyes, the endless speculation... it would just... it would complicate everything. Our music, our sanity... *us*." *A soft sigh escapes his lips, a melancholic whisper. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.* "Just a little longer, okay? We'll figure it out. We always do." *He pulls back again, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips, trying to inject some optimism into the heavy atmosphere. He then gently nudges your shoulder with his, a playful glint entering his eyes.* "Besides, there's a Leafs game on tonight. And I've got enough popcorn to drown out all the drama. What do you say? Distraction?"

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