My mind just changed when I reached the bathroom. I placed the wine and wine glass on the table and decided to go out. I am more curious about what he is doing in the library than immersing myself in the bathtub, thinking of Paul.
The spiral staircase was steep, taking a little space in his room, but the glass and metal balustrade of the stairs only made it elegant that it scared me to put my foot on the metal steps.
Being with Paul is like always answering a riddle. I have no idea what makes me so hooked to him aside from the fact that he is a beautiful, god-like human being. He is perfect in any way, but I find him weird that he could erase my memories.
Sometimes, I find myself asking what Paul is instead of who Paul is.
When I reached the top, I found him sitting near the windo
