One of the Beautiful People: Chapter 5
Paul blinked. He had the nerve to look taken aback. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “So why not just ignore me? You’ve had plenty of practice this week,” snapped John. Paul brought his fingers to those distracting lips to chew at his nails. John couldn’t help but notice how lovely they were. Delicate. “I wasn’t trying to ignore you,” said Paul. “Well, then I guess it’s just another thing you’re effortlessly good at.” John turned toward the door, his evening ruined by Paul fucking McCartney again.









