“Please stay.”
PAUL
In
the morning, I’m tired and it shows. I didn’t sleep well by dint of twisting
and turning in bed thinking about my relationship with Paul. I have dark
circles I don’t even bother to hide; a pair of glasses will do the trick.
“You
look horrible,” Georgina greets me with her usual kindness. “Did you have a
restless night?”
I
see Paul turning his head toward me and I wonder what the best way to react is.
He probably thinks I slept with Neil, which is, let’s face it, my fault for
once.
“I
sort of did,” I answer finally without further explanation.
We
sit down to have breakfast when I see Neil at the bar. He gives me a smile, and
I wave at him. It feels good to see a friendly face.
“You
already have an admirer,” Georgina comments.
“Yes,
it’s called bei
