this is the part of the night when paul usually gets dressed and goes home to an empty apartment, but he doesn’t mind. he knows he’ll see her again soon. hopefully within the next few days, if he’s lucky.
she hasn’t hinted at having an early morning, but it’s getting late, and he doesn’t want to overstay his welcome and push his luck. he finds it insane enough that they’ve been steadily seeing one another for about a month now. honestly, he finds it crazy that she agreed to see him at all. maybe he’s not as much of a loser as he always thought he was. maybe.
paul sits up and moves towards the edge of the bed, but he stops when he feels her hand on his arm. he glances at her over his shoulder.
“stay with me, okay?”
paul blinks. “what?”
what do you mean ‘what?’ he chastises himself. she’s never asked you to stay over before. say yes!
slowly, he scoots back into place next to her. he’s pretty sure his heart has never beat quite this hard before. he swallows, his mouth suddenly gone dry.
“i’m– i mean, yeah, sure. of course i’ll stay.”
he wears his best poker face as he drapes his arm over her shoulders. he realizes that he might wake up from a dream at any moment. surely he’s somehow taken over someone else’s life because there’s no way in hell he deserves a woman like her.
@storietm sent: “stay with me , okay ?” ( also from emma! )