Chapter 5

The next few days went by pretty slow, nothing out of the ordinary happening. We just continued to play games, till we couldn’t anymore.
“Wow, I hope we get out of here soon,” I said. Paul nodded in complete agreement, “Hmm, what is there to do now…” I said thinking.
“Nothing,” Paul said getting up and answering my out loud question.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. He shrugged as he moved himself onto the bed.
“Gonna watch TV,” he said as he flipped on the television.
“Just as long as it isn’t girls in bikini’s again,” I said rolling my eyes. Paul looked over at me and smiled.
“I already told you love, you don’t have to be jealous,” I sneered at him jokingly as he turned his attention back at the TV.
“Hey, picture the woman of your dreams,” I said to Paul. He turned confused.
“What?” he asked.
“Picture the woman of your dreams, in your head,” I repeated.
“I don’t have to,” he replied. I was disappointed.
“C’mon please Paul, just humor me,” I said pouting. He laughed.
“No, I mean, I don’t have to picture her in me head. I’m looking right at her,” he said. I suddenly understood. With that said I couldn’t just go on without acknowledging the fact that he just told me I was the girl of his dreams. I smiled.
“I love you,” I said blowing him a kiss.
“Ah, is that all I get? A blow kiss?” he asked pouting. I laughed.
“Is that the only reason you said it? For some action?” I asked making kissing noises and laughing.
“No, I meant it, but if your going to do some form of kiss, I’d rather you come over a few feet and give me a real one. I like those better,” he said smiling.
“Oh, I suppose.” I said giving him a hard time as I moved closer to him and gave him a kiss. He grabbed my hand lightly, “Better?” I asked him smiling. He winked.
“Much, thanks. Now get up here and tell me why I had to picture you,” he said. I moved up next to Paul on the bed.
“Well, you know how guys have all these fantasies about girls?” I asked.
“I don’t,” he said. I burst out laughing, “Hey, what?” he whined.
“Yeah right Paul, you of all men have fantasies about women,” I said looking at him knowing I was right. He scrunched his nose.
“Go on then,” he said, and if I wasn’t mistaken he looked somewhat bothered. I felt bad immediately, but it was tru….. I tried to kiss him, but he moved his head away so I only got his cheek. I thought he was seriously offended at first, but by the way he stuck his nose in the air I could tell he was just being stupid. I was somewhat relieved, but I continued to see the hint of bother in his face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” I said playing along.
“Yes you did,” he said still not making eye contact with me.
“No I didn’t! What can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything!” I said. Big mistake. With that, he looked straight at me, and a smile spread across his face.
“Anything, aye?” he asked eyebrows raised. I smiled knowing I got myself in a hole.
“That’s what I said,” I told him. He thought for a moment.
“Do one of your stripper dances for me,” he said.
“What!?” I asked shocked. I hadn’t even really done one of those for Davy. Paul nodded.
“Yes, do one of your stripper dances for me. You said you wanted me to see you, so here’s your chance,”
“Yes, but I also said that I didn’t want you to see me. It was a mixed feeling.” I explained.
“Ah, you know you really wanted me to,” he said trying to get his way.
“Fine,” I said giving in, “but can I do it later?” I asked with pleading eyes. He took sympathy on me.
“Alright,” he agreed, “Anyway, the fantasies?” he said getting me back on track.
“Oh yeah! Well, guys usually have fantasies about every girl, but what would you say is your biggest fantasy? Like, not just with any girl, but with the girl of your dreams?” I asked him.
“Wow,” he said thinking. There were a few minutes between when I asked the question and when he answered. During this time I just looked at him thinking how much I really did love him. It was truly amazing, especially when he loved me back.
“Do you know?” I asked him, getting impatient.
“Uh, yeah…” he said slowly.
“Well, what is it?” I asked curious.
“I don’t want to say. Especially now that you know it’s you,” he said. I was shocked, I’ve never seen this side of Paul. He was actually acting shy!
“Well, you’re the one who told me it was me. I didn’t ask that,” I said.
“I know, but I didn’t know you were going to ask me that!” he said. I laughed.
“C’mon, of all the things you’ve done, you can’t even tell me your biggest fantasy?” I said.
“No,” he said with sad eyes. He was trying to get out of it and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was curious now!
“Well, that’s too bad. Cuz you have to tell me…” I said. He shook his head, “Paul!” I begged.
“What?”
“What do you think, you have to tell me.” I said.
“Can I write it down for you?” he asked. I shook my head again.
“I don’t understand you,” I said getting up to get paper.
“Why?”
“Because, you’ve, well, you’ve slept with a ton of girls,” I said quietly. I hated talking about all the girls he’s been with, “girls you don’t even know, and you can’t even tell the girl you love the fantasy you have?” I finished. He shrugged.
“Believe it or not love, when it comes to being serious about me emotions and things, I’m pretty shy.”
“What! You aren’t shy!” I said sitting down. Or was he? He laughed.
“No I’m not normally, but around girls I used to care for, or in this case, the woman that I love,” he paused to smile at me, “I am. See, I can crack jokes about sex and such, and for years was able to sleep with anyone or say anything without any kind of nervousness, but that’s because most of the time it never means anything, it was just for fun. But with you, I don’t want you to get any wrong impressions, and I want things to be perfect. So when I actually start telling you what I’m really feeling, including deep secrets, I get really shy. I don’t want you to think less of me or think I’m just using lines or something.” He said. I suddenly felt sad.
“Oh Paul, I would know if you were using some corny line or if it was truly from your heart.” I said.
“You didn’t before,” he stated.
“I know I didn’t, but that was when I was confused about your actions and before I knew you loved me back,” I tried to explain.
“Well, now you know…that always made me sad.” He said, and I felt bad again.
“I’m sorry again, but things are better now. In fact, it’s kinda funny how much you and your personality has made me open up a lot more, but yet, I’ve made you shy…” I said thinking.
“I hope you don’t think that’s a bad thing, I mean, it’s because I love you…” Paul said obviously worried. I smiled.
“No! I don’t think that at all, I just think it’s funny how the tables have turned.” I said laughing.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, after being with you for a while, I will get better. But at the beginning phases of love, I’m always leery and very shy, if that makes sense.” He said, looking confused at his own statement. I laughed at his cuteness.
“Of course it makes sense, that’s how I really am, except for with you for some reason….I don’t know why….I just feel like you might be the one you know? I mean I don’t want to scare you away by making you think that I’m crazy, you know, already thinking this stuff, but there’s something about the way I feel that makes me think that this is it, so I just automatically feel comfortable…like we’ve been in love for years….” I said quickly shutting up. I knew how guys get scared off quickly by girls who are obsessed with being with each other forever and in no way did I want to scare Paul off, by being too honest too soon.
“Oh love, you won’t ever scare me off. I’m too much in love already, and to tell you the truth, I agree. That’s why sometime I’m fine and not shy at all, but then other times, I’m like this. I have this little feeling too that things here are meant to be, and that you might also be the one for me, but then sometimes I remember that I really don’t know that for sure. That’s when I get shy and intimidated, not wanting to blow anything.” He confessed. It made me so happy that he felt the same way as me. I sometimes thought of myself as a fool for thinking about Paul being the one, but he had to be…I’ve never felt this much love so quickly and strongly before in my life.
“So, can you tell me this fantasy now that we’ve talked about this?” I asked hoping he wouldn’t have to write it down. He smiled and shook his head, then began writing. I laughed, “You’re so cute,” I told him scruffing his hair a bit.
“Thanks,” he said laughing. After a few minutes he gave me the little folded up piece of paper. I began to open it, “Wait!” He shouted.
“What?” I asked, as I watched Paul move away from me and block my view of his face with a pillow.
“Paul, what are you doing?” I asked totally confused.
“You can read it now. I just don’t want you to see me when you’re done,” he said.
“So, you’re hiding from me then?” I asked smiling. He was so weird, yet it was so adorable.
“Yes,” he replied. I looked down and unfolded the little note. It read as follows:

First off I’m sorry I have to do it this way…..but I feel very shy telling you this. Honestly, my first thought, as far as fantasies go, would be the not so original strawberries and whipped cream thing, but as far as “the girl of my dreams”, or in other words you, my ultimate fantasy would have to be….me coming home from a long day at the studio or something, to find you laying either undressed or only wearing one of my shirts on the my bed with candles lit all around you….

As I finished reading Paul’s fantasy, I smiled. I liked it. I looked up to see him still hiding behind the pillow. I moved slowly over to him and tried to take it away. He wouldn’t let me.
“Hey, you have nothing to hide from. I liked it… a lot actually,” I said. He slowly uncovered his face. I moved the pillow away and moved on top of him, “I wish mine was that nice,” I said.
“What is yours?” He asked bringing his hands around me and caressing my back.
“It’s not very cool,” I said making a face.
“So, tell me. I told you.” He said.
“And I have to do a dance for you, so we’re even.” I said, trying to prove it was fair. He shook his head and smiled cleverly.
“Sorry love, that’s something different,” he said and I frowned, “So what is Olivia’s fantasy?” He asked me again.
“Well, for some reason the whole Rose petal thing got to me.” I said.
“Rose petals?” he asked.
“Yeah, like taking a bath together with rose petals, and making love on a bed surrounded by rose petals, I dunno,” I said suddenly feeling really shy. I can’t believe I told him that… I looked away from Paul.
“Uh oh, don’t tell me you’re shy now…” Paul said and I could hear the smile in his voice. I smiled as I turned around and stuck my tongue out at him. He laughed.
“See, it’s not just me,” he said.
“Well, at least I told you out loud,” I said. He rolled his eyes.
“I will next time love,” he said bringing his hand up to caress my face, “And that wasn’t a stupid fantasy. It’s very sexy…” he said, I made a face.
“Ah, it’s okay,”
“No it’s good, I can really picture that…” he said smiling and closing his eyes. “Someday you won’t have to just picture it,” I said, as he opened his eyes back up.
“Ha, I can’t wait,” he said grinning. I kissed him and as you know that led to other things. We did the latest ‘usual’ going a little farther than before, but still not making love. That was still alright with me, but after a few more times, it wouldn’t be.

Chapter Six