The second my hand slaps down hard on his ass we both gasp in shock. I let go of Shawn and he swivels around, both hands clutching his ass. He stares at me wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
I can't believe I slapped him. I, Steven Walker, purposefully hurt my sweet Shawn. My kitten.
Given, he's not sweet all the time. He knows all too well how to drive me insane.
Frowning, I have to admit that voicing my disapproval with a swat felt good.
Shawn bursts into tears, shocking me with his totally disproportional reaction. Did I hurt him that badly?
He stands there, a few feet away from me, his arms wrapped tightly around his torso. His eyes are locked onto the floor. He's still crying.
“Shawn? I'm sorry for slapping you. It's inexcusable,” I try.
No matter how right it had felt to swat him a minute ago, listening to his crying and watching his eyes turn puffy is horrible.
“Y-You are?” he stutters.
I nod and hold out my arms to him. Hesitantly, he walks to me. I pull him against my chest. He shivers heavily.
Shawn surprises me by saying, “I'm not.”