Chapter 3

Unfortunately, that night wasn’t all wonderful; it ended up being just like the night before.
“Paul, I’m cold again,” I whispered hoping Paul was still awake.
“What?” he responded on the verge of sleeping.
“I’m getting really cold again,” I repeated beginning to shiver. I felt Paul move around a bit as he once again positioned himself as before.
“Has this ever happened to you before?” he asked rubbing on me to keep me warm.
“No,” I chattered.
“Hm, it must be this room then,” Paul concluded. It seemed to be a little better this time and thankfully didn’t last as long, so Paul and I were able to fall back asleep shortly after. The next morning was another normal morning. Well as normal of a morning as it could get being stuck in a room and all.
“How are you this morning?” Paul asked me when he finally woke up.
“Pretty good, you?” I asked. He nodded,
“Good.” We laid on the bed for a while longer before moving.
“So, what should we do today?” I asked.
“I really don’t know. It’s starting to get boring.” Paul said. I nodded in agreement. For some reason I thought I would check the door again, and to my surprise it was unlocked.
“Paul, look!” I said. He looked up and smiled.
“Gear, let’s go!” he said getting up from the bed. We wondered out into the living room area.
“This TV is bloody huge!” Paul commented as he walked in front of the TV.
“Yeah, it is.” I said looking through a bunch of games. We found a few games filled with a bunch of questions. We decided to play. Well, just ask the questions anyway. I got quite a few interesting answers from Paul and I’m sure he got some from me. I wish I could remember what they were…
“So what now?” I asked. Paul got up and headed towards the TV, “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Let’s play football,” he said. I was confused.
“Football?” I asked as he turned around with a soccer ball. I laughed, “Oh, you mean soccer?”
“Yeah, whatever. It’s football to me,” he said laughing and walking over to me with the ball.
“Where are we supposed the play?” I asked looking around.
“Right here,” he said holding up his hand to help me up.
“Here?”
“Yeah, the TV will be your goal, and the couch will be mine. Come on!” He said pulling me up.
“Alright, but I’m only gonna whoop your butt,” I said. He laughed surprised.
“Well, we’ll just have to see about that,” he said kissing me quickly before finding his side of the living room.
“Do you think we should use this TV?” I asked. He shrugged.
“Why not? They stuck us in this bloody room, why should we be nice?” he said. I agreed,
“That’s true, but I still feel horrible,” I said. He smiled coming towards me.
“Such a nice girl,” he said smiling and then kissing me, “Here I’ll fix it,” He said walking back to the couch.
“What are you going to do?” I asked watching him as he grabbed three pillows and walked back to me.
“Here,” he said placing them in front of the TV. I laughed.
“Thank you Paul,”
“No problem baby,” He said winking and smiling. I shook my head and laughed again. He was so amazing.
“Alright, let’s go!” He said kicking the ball. Like a pro, I stopped it right away, but that was one of the only times. Paul won, but it was fine with me. It was really fun. I never did this type of stuff with Davy. I loved being myself with Paul, because I always pretended with Davy. After our ‘football’ game, according to Paul, we were back on the couch wondering what to do next.
“What do you want to do now?” Paul asked, (as you can probably already tell, this phrase is very much a part of our vocabulary in here).
“I don’t know, you pick.” I said. After saying this, Paul just continued to look at me, “What?” I asked him.
“Do you want to go back into the bedroom?” he asked me.
“Are you serious? We’ve been in there forever!” I said not really wanting to be locked back up again.
“Yeah, I’m serious,”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I know what I want to do,” he said. That’s when I realized what it was he wanted. The way he said it and the way he was looking at me, made it obvious. I smiled.
“Hm, I don’t know if I’m in the mood to do that right now,” I said joking around with him. His face was full of immediate disappointment.
“Oh, okay then….” He said, seeming a little embarrassed. I laughed, “What?” he whined.
“I was just kidding with you, come on,” I said pulling him up. He smiled shaking his head.
“That was cruel luv,” he said. I kissed him on the lips quick and he followed me to the bedroom. Once the door was shut we were in there for good again; or at least until the next little outing adventure.
“Wanna play a little game?” I asked him as we neared the bed. His eyebrows went up.
“What kind of game?” He asked very interested. He seemed to think it was something different…..
“I’ll tell you a secret if you tell me one,” I told him. He again seemed a little disappointed, but not as bad as before.
“Hm, alright. You go first then,” He said as he began walking towards me so I would back up onto the bed.
“Well…after I realized that I might’ve been falling in love with you, and Davy and I were together still, I would always picture you…..” I said hoping he would understand.
“Picture me?” he asked stopping right before hitting the bed. I rolled my eyes,
“Yes picture you, while we would, um, you know…” I said. His eyebrows immediately went up in surprise.
“Is that so?” he asked somewhat proud. I laughed a little.
“Yes, it’s so. It wasn’t much until I was back with Davy after our little ‘together’ thing in the stomach. After I lied to you and went back to Davy not really wanting to, I would picture you in order to do those types of things better since I didn’t really want to be doing it with Davy.” He cringed.
“Well, for some reason that makes me happy, but I really don’t like talking about, um, you and Davy. Especially when it comes to that.” He said. I smiled.
“Does that bother you?” I asked. He smiled back knowing I wanted him to admit it.
“Yes, very much actually. Just like I spose you don’t like hearing about me in bed with other girls?” I, just like Paul, cringed.
“I think you knew that a long time ago,” I said. He looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
“There were plenty of times when I would catch you flirting with a girl, or you know, letting them take a lookie and feel at little Paul,” I said pointing and looking downward.
“Oh yes, that….” He said.
“Yes that. I did not like that at all. And you said it was nothing!”
“That’s because, well, I have a confession to make. It’ll be my secret,” he said.
“What’s that?” I asked putting my arms around him.
“I was insanely jealous with you being with me best mate and all, so, being that you were sitting right there, I took the opportunity to try and make you jealous. Then when George or whoever mentioned it later on, I continued to try and make you jealous by simply stating that it was nothing.” He said making a face, “I’m sorry love,”
“Well, your little plan worked, I was furious with jealousy and I actually thought at the time you were just playing me for sex, and that you would always fool around,” I said and in the back of my mind I was still worried about his messing around. He suddenly looked sad.
“Are you serious?” he asked and I nodded, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do all that. I just, well, I get pretty jealous….especially now with a girl like you, being gorgeous and perfect and all,” He said obviously not wanting to admit that he gets jealous, but I smiled. He was so sweet, “But I promise you I’m not just using you. As I’ve told you many times before, I wouldn’t go through all that pain and such for sex. Good or not. And I would never mess around, I love you Olivia,” he said sweetly.
“I love you too,” I said smiling. He smiled in return, “Can I just ask you one last question?”
“Sure,”
“Will you just kiss me already?” I said. He smiled big, and did as I asked. We did ‘the usual’ again, and once again Paul was thrown off of me.
“The guy again?” I said really annoyed. Paul was also clearly bothered.
“Yes…bloody hell. He’s killing me by doing this.” He said. I smiled and began to kiss him. This leading to a make out session all over again. However this time, he wasn’t pulled away quite so fast. As my skirt and top were already off, and Paul already in his tightey whitey’s, we just continued from there. As always, things heated up and Paul actually made his way to unhooking my bra. My nerves started tingling all over again. In fact, they tingled every time he touched me. But this would be the first time he would ever see me naked, or vice versa. We weren’t moving fast, but slow and lovingly, so it seemed perfect. I forgot that I was even stuck in a room. I was in my own little world with Paul. As he removed my bra, he did things that I’m not about to share. You probably get the picture. Same with once he removed the remaining articles of clothing on my body, and I his. For at least an hour Paul and I shared passionate kisses, explored new areas, whispered sweet phrases in each other’s ears, and fell even more in love. After an hour or so, we were cut short by Paul again, being torn away. This time it was worse to cope with; being how deep into it we were.
“Mm, I love you,” Paul whispered as he took me into his arms underneath the covers. We were doing nothing but mere cuddling, but being against his body still gave me the feeling I had moments ago.
“I love you too,” I said giving a quick kiss to his chest. As we laid there, me in Paul’s arms, I thought about how much I actually appreciated the guy pulling us apart this time. As mentioned, it was indeed hard, because Paul and I were pretty far, but when I think about it now, I don’t think I was ready to make love with Paul. As much as I wanted to, I wanted things to be completely cleared up with Davy for one, and secondly, I had always pictured us together like that for the first time, in England on some quiet rainy night, in Paul’s bed or in some romantic get away, just Paul and I.

Chapter Four