Shawn walked away from Jules, a smile growing on his lips. He couldn't help it. He didn't have to be a psychic to know what had been going through her mind, to know why she was furiously disassembling and reassembling her gun right now. He could tell, he knew…

She had wanted him to kiss her. However desperately she might try to tell herself she didn't, she did. And Shawn wasn't just being his usual stuck-up self; he was willing to admit that. Jules had been fighting against leaning in just the fraction more she would've needed to, fighting like her life depended on it.

His heart swelled with an odd sort of happiness and he knew he probably wasn't going to get much sleep that night. What little sleep he would get would be full of Jules, happy pink bunnies and rainbows…

He could wait. With the knowledge he now had, he could wait. He'd let her puzzle out her thoughts and give in and, eventually, he'd have her.

And, dude, he'd live happily ever after.

A/N: I love reviewers and live for constructive criticism!