Paul was smiling when he showed up at my apartment late that night with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.
“What are these for?” I asked as he handed me the flowers.
“Consider them a peace offering for my behavior Friday night. I’m sorry I wasn’t as responsive as you would have liked, but I just didn’t know what to say.”
“You could have just said that,” I muttered, moving to head to the kitchen to put the bouquet into water. Paul stopped me as I started to walk away, grabbing my arm and forcing me to face him.
“I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me to him before kissing me.
God, how I wanted him. I wanted nothing more than to climb into bed with him and have him f**k me senseless, but that was my d**k talking.
“Paul,” I said, gently pushing him away, “we need to talk.”
“Okay,” he said slow
