Mark, Mark, Mark. My thought for the rest of the day. I didn’t know what to do! Every time I was with Paul, I only thought of Mark. I decided to talk to Paul.

‘Paul, babe,’ I said to him. He was sitting next to me, and just looked over to say he’s listening. ‘I need to talk to you about something.’

‘Oh okay,’ He moved closer to me. ‘What is it? Is something wrong?’

‘Not really. Just felt like having a chat.’

‘Oh, okay. What about?’

‘Let’s say there’s someone who fancies me. How would you feel about that?’

He stared off into space for a second, obviously thinking, then replied, ‘Very bad, actually.’

‘Really?’

‘I can’t have someone else after MY girl, can I?’

‘No, I guess not.’

‘So, who is it?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Who fancies you?’

‘Oh…no one. I just wondered.’

‘Ya sure? I mean, no one is after my sweet baby are they?’

I giggled, ‘No, no one’s after your,’ I put on a baby voice. ‘Sweet baby.’

‘Good,’ He hugged me close to him. ‘Cause you’re all mine.’

‘Definatly.’ I said sadly.

I excused myself and then got up and walked out of the ‘room’. I don’t know whether I should have just said that to Paul or not. He seems totally un fazed, like he knows that no one would…would ever fancy me. Not in a bad way of course, but then again, he might not want to believe that someone else likes me. I wouldn’t want to believe someone else liked him.

I went and sat on my bed for a minute, and thought about what Paul said. How sweet is he?! I need to make it up to him…I haven’t lately.

‘Paul, love,’ I went in to the living room.

‘Yeah?’

‘I think,’ I sat over his lap. ‘You deserve…’ I kissed one side of his neck. ‘Something…’ and then the other side. ‘As beautiful…’ and on the lips. ‘As you.’

‘Really?’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘What’s that then?’

‘Well…’ I took his hand and then led him back to where I just came from.

Afterwards, Paul and me laid together, tired for a while, entwining our hands together and playing with each other’s fingers.

‘I love you,’ Paul whispered as he played with my fingers.

‘I love you,’ I whispered back.

‘C’mon. We better go out, they must be waiting for us,’ Paul stood up and took my hand. ‘And you better get some clothes on!’

‘Yeah, and so had you.’ I laughed.

‘Are you gonna make me?’

‘Don’t make me make you.’ I put my arms around his neck.

‘I love it when you’re tough,’ He whispered. ‘Very sexy.’

‘I love it when you’re weak,’ I kissed him. ‘I feel very powerful.’

He smiled at me and then let me go.

‘Come on babe,’ He chucked his t-shirt and shorts at me. ‘Get some clothes on before I get anymore ideas.’

‘Oh okay,’ I put his t-shirt on. ‘One of those male things huh?’

‘Oh yes. You betcha,’ He winked.

I giggled, and then put on his boxers.

‘How’d I look?’ I struck a pose.

‘Okay,’ He put on an accent. ‘On one person, it has Va Va Voom. I don’t make the rules.’

I laughed again and then he put a t-shirt and boxers on same as me.

‘Are you not going to put on my underwear?’ I laughed.

‘I’m sure the guys wouldn’t appreciate me in your dainties, love.’

‘I would,’ I pinched his bum.

‘I’m sure,’ He held my hand. ‘Let’s go and face the world then.’