Part 10 – Paul’s POV

One afternoon Rich left rehearsal first as always. You looked at me for a moment, obviously expecting me to run out as well. But I didn’t, I wasn’t going to run out on you ever again. I explained that we really needed to talk and you nodded in agreement. With a shy smile I invited you over to my apartment. The look in your eyes as you accepted was something I will remember always.

I heard the knock on my front door and I opened it, immediately seeing your face. You looked a bit nervous, a side of you I’d never really seen before. But when our eyes locked you broke into a smile. I felt my heart leap into my chest and I stood aside, letting you walk into the apartment.

You went over to sit on the couch, but I stopped you. I could no longer bear having you so close without touching you. I grabbed your hands, pulling you close and kissing you the way I’d wanted to for so long. It was soft and tender, filled with all the passion and love that we felt for each other.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, but it still wasn’t enough. I had an aching need for you, a burning desire deep within my soul that I knew only you could satisfy. We broke apart and stood there for a moment, looking into each other’s eyes. I felt like I could see right into your heart, seeing and feeling that special love we shared.

I felt your hardness pressing against my thigh and it just turned me on even more. I knew you could feel me pressing against your own thigh because you slid your hand down to cup me through my pants and I moaned softly. I slid my arms around your slender waist, running my hands up your back beneath your jacket. I cursed the material of your t-shirt that stopped me from feeling your hot skin beneath my fingertips.

That was all I could stand. I needed to feel your skin on my skin, your lips on my lips, I needed to be inside you. I needed to show you just how much I loved you. I took your hand and led you towards the bedroom.

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