Part 8 – Paul’s POV

I spent the next week wallowing in my own self-pity. There is no other way to describe it. I couldn’t bring myself to look at you; it was hard to even be in the same room as you. But what was I supposed to do? It wasn’t like I had never had a drunken one-night stand before, hell it had happened plenty of times. But this was different; you were the man I loved.

I had spent months wishing that you would kiss me. But in my dreams we would strip each other naked and make love for hours and hours. We’d be slow, tender and passionate, whispering sweet words of love as we explored each other’s naked bodies. It sounds so cliché I know, but you are so perfect, I wanted our first encounter to be perfect as well.

During that week I had a lot of time to think, and one thought kept running over and over in my head. You kissed me. And I knew that you never would have kissed me unless you wanted to, whether you were drunk or not. You kissed me because you wanted to. I couldn’t get that thought out of my head.

I’d spent so long worrying about the fact that I wasn’t good enough for someone as perfect you, I never stopped to consider the possibility that maybe you thought I was. The more I thought about it the more I realized just how stupid I had been. You loved me as much as I loved you. I had been too busy thinking about how worthless I was to realize it. But as soon as I realized you loved me I also realized what I had to do.

part 9