For the second time that night, Shawn's eyes practically bugged out of his head.
Ohshitohshitohshit! What is he doing? Wow those are some soft lips for an uptight bastard... NO BAD THOUGHT! NOT A HELPFUL THOUGHT!
Fighting the urge to kiss back (cause what else are you supposed to do when attractive people kiss you?) Shawn pulled back a little, staring into the ice blue eyes above him. Searching for... something.
"Alright. You proved me wrong. I concede defeat." He whispered, lips still dangerously close to Lassiter's. "I've got another question for you now though. Why me?"