Chapter 27

Right away the next morning I brought myself down to clean John’s car. It was completely disgusting, especially since it had been sitting there over night, all locked up and such. I groaned as I saw it was pretty much soaked into the leather seats. I plugged my nose once I opened the door and I scrubbed like mad putting an air freshener in to boot. As I was mid cleaning, somebody approached me from behind. Figuring Paul had woken up and wondered where I was, I turned smiling. I frowned immediately as Yoko Ono stood before me. I stood up.
“Hello, Mrs. McCartney,” she said. I mustered up a smile.
“Hi, Yoko,” I said, “Actually, Paul and I aren’t married,” I informed her not wanting rumors to spread. She smiled and I wondered what it was she was doing her. Paul already informed her that he couldn’t help her.
“Oh sorry,” she apologized, “Is Paul here?” she then asked me.
“Yes, but he’s sleeping right now,” I told her.
“Okay, I’ll be back later,” she said and turned to leave. I almost stopped her, saying ‘don’t even bother’, but I figured what the heck. I watched her leave and turned back to cleaning.
“What the hell did you do to my car?” I heard a voice that scared me out of my wits. I screamed and fell backwards on my butt. John laughed as he helped me up.
“John! You scared the crap out of me,” I told him wiping my bum off from the dirt.
“Sorry, luv” he said, “I’ll help ya,” he said reaching towards my bum. I slapped his hand and he laughed.
“We’ll have none of that!” I said acting like a mother and shaking my finger at him. What was with him touching me and making comments lately? I shook it off as John peered in his car from where he was standing,
“Well, luv, let’s have at it, what happened?” he asked me again. I put on a guilty face,
“I kinda got sick in your car last night-----sorry,” I said. This time he stuck his head in the passenger door to take a look and brought his head back fast.
“Whofta, it sure smells in there!” He said making a face and fanning his nose with his hand. I felt completely embarrassed.
“John I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to make up for it.” I said. John shrugged it off.
“Bah, luv, don’t worry about it. Its fine, you’re slaving away cleaning it. That’s enough for me,” he said winking, and coming only inches away from my face. I could see the glassiness of his eyes. ‘Oh so that’s why he’s acting like this’ I thought, “Unless of course you’ll get on ye hands and knees….,” he grinned and my mouth fell open. I laughed.
“John Lennon!”
“…and beg for forgiveness,” he laughed, “Luv, you need to get your mind out of the gutter,” he said and I rolled my eyes. That’s John for ya.
“If just cleaning makes you happy, then I’m not going to beg,” I said backing up and throwing the rag at him. He caught it and laughed.
“Paul up yet?” he asked. I turned back to the house.
“I don’t know. He wasn’t when I came out here----let’s check,” I said taking the rag back from John and putting it down on the ground. John followed me to the house, “I’ll be right back,” I said. He nodded and wandered into the living room. I made my way upstairs and sure enough Paul was sound asleep. I went and laid next to him.
“Paul,” I said shaking him slightly. He didn’t move. I rolled my eyes, “Paul wake up,” I said again shaking him a little harder, but he didn’t even flinch. Frowning I shook him again. His head moved from being straight up to the side, still with nothing. He was limp. I propped myself up on my knees facing him and moved his head back up so I could see it, “Paul!” I shouted and still nothing. This was very unusual. He wasn’t moving or struggling one bit. I was getting scared so I leaned in forward to look closer at his face to see if he was breathing.
“Raah!” Paul then shouted scaring me, as John did this morning. Once again I screamed and tipped backwards off the bed landing butt down on the floor, “Oh, love, I’m so sorry!” Paul said springing up over the side of the bed, covers barely covering his bum. He leaned over the side to look at me. He outstretched his arm and helped me back on the bed.
“You twit,” I said but couldn’t help but laugh. Paul began giggling, seeing I was okay.
“I scared you didn’t I?” he asked smirking. I gave him a look.
“What do you think?” I frowned, “Now my bum hurts,” he looked sympathetically at me and pulled me towards him, flipping me over and laying on top of me.
“I can fix that,” he said giving me quick lovable kisses me all over my face and neck. I giggled.
“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?” I asked. He raised his left eyebrow and slid his hand up my thigh and into my skirt. I shivered and took a quick breath.
“I’ll just make you think of something else. That always works,” he said as he began kissing me again, this time deeper. He pushed himself harder on me and began unbuttoning my shirt, moving his hands softly and slowly around my skin underneath, placing kisses everywhere he touched. I breathed in deeply in pure pleasure, but pushed him away. He looked confused.
“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” he asked, breathing hard. I swallowed.
“No, not at all,” I started and he kissed me once more, pushing himself harder on me again. I pushed away once more.
“What is it love?” he asked again.
“Your idea sounds very appealing, and I only wish we could,”
“Why can’t we? I’m already naked,” he said making me laugh. He smiled, “It’s the truth,”
“I know it is, and I want to, but”
“But what?”
“John’s downstairs,” I said. Paul groaned.
“Ahh, stupid git. Always here at the wrong times,” he complained, “Bloody hell,” he said making a face, “He can wait 15 more minutes,” he said kissing me again. I giggled once more.
“Paul, we can’t,” I said. Paul frowned and pulled me up with him. He undid the covers and then once I was on him, he put them around us. I sat, legs wrapped around him, and he moved his fingers around my bare chest, outlining the edges of my bra, then ran his fingers down the necklace he and the others had got me so long ago. A flood of tingles ran through my body as my hormones began racing with want. I ran my fingers down his chest and to his stomach, quickly regretting it. He was already getting me going and we couldn’t do anything, so by touching him, I only made it worse. He pulled lightly on my necklace bringing me to him, and he leaned me on my back as he kissed my ear, neck, and chest. The feelings he was giving me made me shudder.
“Are you cold?” Paul asked, breathing deeply again. I grinned shyly.
“No, it was something else,” I said staring up at Paul’s gorgeous brown eyes. Paul raised his eyebrows.
“’Eye that….” He smirked and I nodded, “See I can’t just leave you in this condition, it just wont do, you know….we’ve got to fix it. Plus, you’ve got me going now too ….” Paul said. I smiled.
“John’s downstairs Paul,” I said wishing he wasn’t.
“No, John’s right here,” John piped up from the doorway. Paul whipped around and I pulled my shirt closed.
“Shit John! This is our bloody bedroom!” Paul said firmly, pulling the covers up over him and myself. John shrugged and snickered.
“Ah, I’ve seen you guys’ full on before,” he said nonchalantly picking up something from Paul’s mantle, then setting it down. I closed my eyes and wondered if this sort of thing only happened to me.
“Cor, I don’t give a rat’s ass Lennon what you’ve already seen or not have, this is private!” Paul said in return, “You can’t just walk in like you used to. I’ve told you that already, you twit!”
“Don’t get off your hook about it Paul, I didn’t even see her pink lacy bra,” John said laughing and winking at me. I just stared at him still completely and utterly embarrassed, because my bra was indeed pink and lacy.
“Sag off John,” Paul glared, “You’re not being the slightest bit funny,” he finished sternly.
“How long were you standing there?” I asked him shyly. He shrugged.
“Oh, you know, when Paul said he was going to make me wait 15 minutes,” he replied.
“Holy that was a while ago,” I said softly. Paul turned to me as John looked out our window.
“He’s off his rocker, he wouldn’t normally do this.” Paul said implying John was under the influence of either alcohol or drugs.
“Isn’t he always off his rocker?” I asked and Paul laughed.
“That’s true,” he said, and then turned back to John, “So what is it you need John? We aren’t supposed to meet for another couple hours.”
“I know, but some things come up. I need to get ‘You Know My Name’ finished today; figured we should start earlier.” Paul nodded.
“You could’ve called you know….”
“I know, but I needed me car….even though it’s being cleaned.” He said laughing. I cringed.
“John, I’m so sorry. It’ll be back to normal I swear, I’ll work on it while you guys are in the studio,” I said. Paul looked back at me.
“You were cleaning it? I told you I’d do it, not to worry,”
“I know, but I feel horrible already. I’d feel worse if I didn’t at least help,” I said.
“Last night was insane. I can’t believe you got high, that was fab,” John said giggling again. Paul rolled his eyes.
“No, that was not fab. I’m not too happy with you letting her take it,” Paul started.
“She asked for it,”
“Who the hell cares? You know it wasn’t like her to want that, you didn’t have to say yes. Just like last time….stupid git,” Paul muttered.
“What are you on about?” John asked annoyed.
“She was pushing you last time and you knew it was wrong, you could’ve just said no. But of course you couldn’t, horny bugger, you HAD to make out with her; you HAD to get her high….” Paul started and I could tell talking about it was bringing back angry memories.
“Hey, come on, it’s over with---just leave it at that,” I whispered to Paul and kissed his neck lightly. He glared one last time at John and nodded.
“Alright. Let me change and I’ll be right down,” he told John. John nodded suspiciously.
“Sure you will. You guys are going to have another go and leave me hanging,” he said. Paul shook his head.
“No we aren’t going to do anything. You’ve ruined the moment now,”
“Hurry up,” John said ignoring Paul’s attitude, leaving the room and shutting the door behind him. Paul, now resting his weight on his elbows, still on me, rubbed his temples. I caressed his back lightly and gave him a few kisses on his bare shoulders.
“It’ll be over soon,” I told him. He sighed and raised his eyebrows.
“I sure hope so. I hate it when he’s like this. He’s difficult to work with,” Paul said. I smiled trying to make him feel better.
“I know, I know,” Paul got up and changed into gray dress pants and a white oxford, brushed his hair forward, put on his fabulous cologne, and I followed him downstairs after buttoning up my shirt of course.
“Alright, lets’ go,” Paul said to John, who was playing with Martha. We all walked outside and I returned to my spot back at John’s car, “Cheerio, love,” Paul said giving me a kiss.
“Yes, you guys have fun,” I said.
“We will, love you,”
“I love you too Paulie,” John said smirking and placing his arm around Paul’s shoulders. Paul wiggled out of his embrace,
“Bugger off John!” he said turning to me, kissing me once more. I couldn’t help but smile a little.
“I love you too,” I said to him and they continued past me to John’s Mini Cooper and drove away. I spent almost the next hour finishing up John’s car, cleaning everything just out of sympathy for what I had done the previous night. It worked out because it made me feel better and on top of it, I got a nice tan. I was relaxing, drinking some lemonade, inside the house when there was a knock. I set my glass down and walked over to the door opening it to find Yoko, once again, standing in front of me.
“Hi Yoko,” I said beginning to get annoyed. This was the third time she’s come here. Doesn’t she get the hint?
“Is Paul awake yet?” she asked.
“Yes, but he and John left for the day,”
“Where did they go?” she asked persistently.
“To work,” was all I said. I didn’t want her showing up at the studio.
“When is he going to be back?” she asked. I shrugged.
“I really don’t know Yoko, I’m sorry,” I told her.
“Okay. Bye,” she said and left. I shut the door shaking my head to myself. As usual Paul was gone the whole afternoon and late into the night. He called around 5pm telling me he expected to be back at 7pm, but then I got another call.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey Liv’, it’s me again,” Paul said and I looked at the time---7:15pm.
“Hey hon, how’s it going?”
“Ah, longer than expected--and there was an incident,” he said.
“An incident?” I repeated.
“Yeah, John accidentally took some acid; he’s on the roof with George Martin right now, trying to get some air,”
“Acid? Like LSD?” I asked. I had vaguely heard of LSD but had no idea John were really doing it, and it made me wonder about Paul.
“Yeah, that’s right. I think I’m gonna go home with the bloke and stay until the trip is over, you know, keep him company and make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,”
“Oh alright,” I said, “I suppose you don’t know when you’ll be back then?”
“No, late probably, it usually lasts a couple hours,” he said and in him saying that I couldn’t help but ask.
“How do you know?” I asked and there was silence, “Paul, have you taken LSD?” I asked him.
“Love, I’ve got to go, we’ll talk later,” he said.
“Paul wait,” I argued.
“What?”
“Just answer my question please,” I said suspecting the unwanted answer.
“I don’t want to get into this discussion right now, Liv’,” he argued.
“Paul please,” I begged and I heard him sigh.
“Fine---yes. I’ve done it a couple times,” he said and there was a slight pause, “but let’s talk about this later. I really think I should go up to the roof with John and George. He might try to fly or something,” Paul said and with my sunken heart, I nodded.
“Alright,” I said weakly and again I heard Paul sigh.
“I’m sorry love; I said I didn’t want to talk about it now,”
“I know, I just can’t believe you did it without telling me,” I said.
“I’m sorry, like I said, we’ll talk about it later and I’ll explain everything, but I really do have to go,”
“Fine, talk to you later,” I said rather bluntly. There was a little pause,
“I love you,” he said, obviously hearing the frustration and annoyance in my voice.
“Yep, see you later,” was all I said and hung up. I didn’t care if I was being rude or not. For some reason when he kept things from me, it really got to me. One of my main fears in the beginning was him sneaking behind my back with other girls, and now he was sneaking behind my back with drugs. He hated it when I kept things from him; he said to me once ‘I want us to tell each other everything no matter what it is. I don’t want us to hide anything for any reason,’ Now he wasn’t even listening to himself. I relaxed in bed and turned on the TV, when the phone rang again.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Hey Olivia!” I heard Brittany’s voice on the other line. This immediately cheered me up.
“Brittany! How are you? I haven’t heard or seen you for so long!” I said missing her and the others so much. Normally I didn’t think of it, but when the slightest thing reminded me of them, I immediately wished I were once again with them all like old times, expect without Davy and my relationship of course and with Paul instead.
“I’m great, how are you?”
“Fantastic now,” I said, “What have you been up to?”
“Well, actually, I have a proposition for you…”
“Proposition you say?”
“Yeah, how would you like to do a concert again with us?” she asked and my stomach fluttered.
“Really? Why?”
“Well we were all thinking, and a lot of people have been asking for your songs to be sung. I try, but don’t do them justice. Then me and the girls started thinking and thought that maybe you’d like to come back for a week or two and do a mini tour with us,”
“Oh Brittany, you don’t know how happy that makes me! I would love to do that, and come visit you guys!” I said excited, “Is Melanie okay with that?” I asked suddenly remembering my replacement.
“Yeah, we already talked it over and she thought it would be a good idea. She’s going to go on holiday with her boyfriend I think,”
“Great!”
“Yeah, so that’s awesome that you want to join up again, it’s going to be just like old times,” she said and I laughed, “but speaking of boyfriends…..” she faded off.
“Yeah?”
“Is Paul going to be alright with this? I remember what you told me about the whole model thing,” I forgot to think about that.
“I’m sure he won’t care. He knows that I miss you guys---he might not be able to come for the whole time, but he might be able to be down there for a bit.” ‘I hope’ I thought.
“Good! It’ll be nice to see him again too. Not so much that new mustache of his though,” she said giggling. I laughed.
“Yeah, I wasn’t too keen on it at first, but I’m used to it,”
“Gosh Olivia, I haven’t seen you in over a year! That’s crazy…”
“I know, I can’t believe it either. I’ve wanted to get together with you guys a lot, but Paul’s always so busy--there never was time. You know, with Help! and no more touring….”
“Yeah, we were all shocked when they stopped touring. It’s crazy….afterwards it seems they all started changing drastically. They look so different than the last time I saw them; or when we met them for that matter. They aren’t the same little mop tops we knew,” she said pretending to cry.
“No that’s for sure; they’ve all changed a lot.” I agreed.
“I haven’t seen those boys for a long time…other than on TV. It’s kinda sad,” I said feeling bad for them.
“I’m sure they’ll all see you soon. It may be just Paul and I this time, but I swear I’ll get us all together again,”
“Yeah, that would be nice;” she said then cheered up, “What made them do the mustaches?”
“It was Paul who started it,” I said, going with the change of subject, “He got into a pretty good accident, chipping his tooth and cutting his lip right in half, so he has a pretty bad scar he wanted to cover up.”
“An accident?” Brittany asked surprised.
“Yeah, the Christmas before last actually. We were spending it at his family’s house, you know, I was meeting them for the first time and everything---well, Paul brought a friend and they went for a little moped ride, and decided to get high. Paul crashed and slammed his face into a sharp rock on the ground, tearing him up pretty good.” I explained.
“Wow, what an idiot,” she said and I had to laugh.
“Yeah, I kinda thought so,” I admitted, but he already knew that.
“They are more into drugs now aren’t they?” she then asked. I breathed out remembering Paul’s last little confession.
“Yeah, but as I just found out not long ago, they’re onto acid now or something,” I said.
“Yikes,”
“I know, but what’s new with you guys? Enough about me and Paul,” I said.
“Well, Micky and I are engaged,” she started.
“What?! Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she laughed, “He proposed to me this last Valentines Day,”
“Oh, that is so sweet,” I said. Everybody around me was married or getting married. It made me wonder what Paul was thinking about all of it. After all, we’ve been together over 2 ½ years….and that’s only ‘officially’.
“I know, I love him so much,” she said happily, “Oh, Mike and Sara are married too,”
“What?!” I said again and laughed.
“Yep, we wanted to invite you so bad, but it was during one of the Beatles tours, so we knew you’d be gone,” she explained.
“Oh, that would have been great to be there…” I said sad that I wasn’t able to, “Are they living together now then?”
“Yeah, they moved in together when they got engaged,”
“So it’s just Davy, Micky, and Peter?” I asked.
“That’s right,”
“That’s so weird…” I said. Everything was changing so much, even back at home. Sara was married and Brittany was engaged! And the Monkees no longer lived together.
“Yeah, I kinda think so too, but Mike’s drifting I think,”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s starting to do stuff on his own,”
“They broke up?!”
“No, they didn’t, but it’s not like it used to be. I don’t know, I wish you were here…” she said fading off. I swallowed trying to hold back the tears.
“Yeah, I miss you guys so much. Hopefully I’ll make it to your wedding. I still can’t believe it. Congrats,”
“Thanks, I’m so happy.” She said and I smiled to myself, “And I’ll kill you if you don’t come,” I laughed.
“It’s a deal,”
“Paul hasn’t popped the big question has he?” she asked.
“Nope he hasn’t,” I said, “Trust me, I would’ve said something by now if he had,”
“That’s true. I’m sure he will soon though; it’s been almost three years. Longer, if you count everything that happened before you actually got together,”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t really bother me that he hasn’t. I mean, it’ll be fantastic when he does, but I’m in no rush to get married,”
“Yeah, Micky and I aren’t going to get married right away, we’re going to wait,” she paused, “That’ll be so weird when you are married to Paul,” I laughed.
“Why?”
“Because, you’ll be---Mrs. McCartney! Isn’t that weird? You’re going to have kids with him! I mean, just knowing that you were once upon a time, an ordinary fan and now you’ll probably spend the rest of your life with him!” I smiled.
“It was weird at first, and every once and a while when I really think about it, it is. But, to be honest, I never really think of him as a Beatle. I don’t look at him like that--like I did sooo long ago,”
“Yeah, that’s true. I don’t see Micky and the others as The Monkees, their just our buds. But still, Paul is so much bigger than The Monkees! I still think it’s so awesome that I’m friends with The Beatles and my best friend is dating one!” I laughed again.
“I suppose. Nevertheless, Beatle or not, I love him so much,” I said.
“I’m glad your happy Olivia, I really am. You guys are really perfect for each other,” Brittany said.
“Thanks. So when are we planning to do this tour?” I asked her.
“Um, I don’t know. I’m thinking that you actually might need to come a little longer than a couple weeks so we can rehearse and stuff. Just get back into the flow of playing with you instead of Melanie,”
“Good point,” I said.
“Do you think you could come down next week? Like on Wednesday or something, and then you’d stay till the next couple Mondays?”
“Yeah that should work. I’ll have to talk to Paul about getting tickets and such, he’s usually the one who deals with that stuff, otherwise I can’t think of anything that would make it so I can’t go.”
“Alright, well talk it over with Paulie and see that is okay with him and then give me a call back,”
“Yeah, I wanna make sure he’ll be able to come down for a few days too,”
“Definitely,” Brittany said, “When do you think you can get back to me?”
“Well, Paul’s going to be out late tonight, so I probably wont see him till tomorrow, so I’ll give you a call tomorrow afternoon or something,” I told her.
“Alright sounds good, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then,” she said.
“Yep, and congrats again with Micky,” I told her.
“Thanks,” she said and I could tell she was smiling.
“Goodnight Brittany,”
“Night Olivia,” she said and we hung up. I looked at the time and we had been talking for about 2 hours. I decided to turn the TV off and just go to bed. As I laid there all I could think about was that I would be able to sing and see my friends again. It was kinda lonely here sometimes. I mean I had Paul, and we were together almost all the time, and I loved John, George, and Ringo, but when they weren’t around I really had no one. Cyn wasn’t really the type to hang out, Pattie was always busy, and I had never met Maureen. I’d see them every so often, but they weren’t like the friends I had back home. I fell into a peaceful sleep and woke up sometime in the middle of the night, feeling Paul crawling in next to me. I turned around to face him, cuddling up to him as he placed his arms around me.
“Are you awake?” I heard him whisper, as he coughed.
“Yeah, how’s John?” I asked.
“Fine now,” he said, and then was quiet, “Hey Olivia?”
“Yeah?” I asked sleepily.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I took LSD,” Realizing now that I really had overreacted with him earlier on the phone, I took sympathy on him.
“Don’t worry about it, I just wish you wouldn’t keep stuff from me, even if I won’t like it. I mean, you’re the one that said you didn’t want to keep anything from each other. I think I was just shocked and confused more than anything,” I told him.
“I know I’m sorry. And I meant what I said. I don’t want to keep anything from each other,”
“Me neither,”
“Love, are you really angry with me?” he asked.
“At first I was, but I just overreacted, that’s all. After I hung up on you, I figured you didn’t not tell me on purpose. I’m sorry I was mean to you earlier,” I said taking his hand.
“To be completely honest, I think I just forgot about it, you know. I wasn’t really keeping it from you---but yeah, it did hurt when you didn’t say you loved me back on the phone earlier. The rest of the night was hell for me. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and how I let you down,” he said sadly.
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way, but like I said, at the immediate time I heard, I thought you were keeping secrets from me and it got to me. I’m sorry, I do love you---you know that.” I said kissing him.
“I love you too, and, well, since we’re talking about it….”
“What?”
“I took some tonight,” he said somewhat quietly. I pulled back from him a little.
“What?”
“I took some acid to keep John company, but that’s it. I really don’t enjoy it that much, it kinda scares me,” he admitted.
“Then why do you do it?” I asked not understanding him sometimes.
“All the peer pressure, you see. Love, were The Beatles, there’s loads of peer pressure there,”
“But you seem to say no when I’m around, just keep doing it,” I told him, still not clearly understanding.
“I know I do. When I’m around you, for some reason I can say no. I don’t know why, something about you, makes me more confident that I can just be myself and not feel judged for not doing the things others are. You love me for me, all my flaws and everything. You don’t judge me,” he said pulling me closer, “That makes me love you more than ever,”
“Just pretend I’m there with you,” I told him and he laughed quietly.
“Ah love, I do that anyway, just because I miss you, but it doesn’t work all that well. I miss you just the same, and The Beatles still are a lot of pressure, especially John. The thing is, you see, well, I look up to the bloody bloke---though I don’t like to let him know that,” he said and I smiled. Men, “He’s like me brother. I don’t want him to think less of me because I’m a pussy when it comes to drugs,”
“Who cares what John thinks,” I said, “If you are so close, he’ll understand and I bet that he won’t even think of you any differently,”
“Hm,”
“Paul, if you don’t want to do it or you’re scared, then don’t.”
“Yeah okay, I think I’m about done on LSD. It’s a drag really. Four times is enough. Pot I can handle, acid is a bit freaky, you know. I don’t want to never be normal again,” he said.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t want that either,” I said, “Oh, guess who stopped by twice today?”
“Gerrup?
“Yoko,”
“Cor, are you bloody kidding me?”
“Nope. She stopped by before John this morning and asked for you. I said you were sleeping and she said she’d come back later. She did when you left for the studio; again I told her you weren’t here,”
“What the hell does the bird want and why won’t she leave me alone?” he said groaning and burying his head in my chest, coughing again. I kissed the top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair. I knew before long he’d be asleep, so I decided to tell him about my trip to Malibu tomorrow, hoping he won’t be upset (we remember how he acted during the whole model thing and this is twice as long if not more).
“I love you Paul,” I said. He lifted his head up so it was inches away from mine, and he placed his lips on me for a minute or two.
“I love you too Liv’,” he said cuddling against me again. I rested my head against the top of his and we fell asleep.

Chapter 28