Part 2 – Paul’s POV
It started from the moment I first laid eyes on you. You were so beautiful. Dark hair, dark eyes, so perfect. I was in love with you from the moment we met.
Rich had basically invited me to join the group, but he wanted you to meet me first. He said he’d told you all about me, I didn’t know whether that was a good thing or not. I’d never been good at meeting new people, probably due to my shy and quiet nature. But I liked Rich, and I had a feeling I’d like you too, if only I could have realized just how much.
I followed Rich into the pub and I we walked over to the table where you were waiting. The moment I saw you I was absolutely mesmerized. You were wearing black jeans and a black t-shirt just like me, but you were so tall, so gorgeous, so perfect.
“Tim Ferguson, meet Paul McDermott.”
I reached out and shook your hand, and just that simple contact, your skin on my skin; it sent shivers through my body. Our eyes locked and I was lost deep within them. But as I looked into your dark eyes it suddenly dawned on me that someone like me would never have a chance with someone like you, and I dropped my head, averting my gaze to the floor.
We spent the next hour or so having lunch and getting to know each other better. I felt so uncomfortable being the topic of discussion, on quite a few occasions I felt like crawling under the table.
But I had a good feeling about you and Rich, and somehow I knew things with the group would work out. But I felt that I was dreaming to think that anything between you and I could work out. You were so perfect, too perfect for someone like me.
part 3
