(Paul's POV)

Her lips. Damn, her lips. I had been craving for them for so long. Soft, full, sweet tasting, letting me into a world of passion I had already explored. It felt like coming home.

One of my hands was on the wall, the other on the right side of her waist. My body was pressed against hers.

(Torrey's POV)

It felt electrical. That kiss had an amnesiac effect, it shut down my brain. I forgot everything about where I was, in which situation, the past and the future consequences. It was just me and him. Just our lips connecting after a painful separation. Feeling my back on the wall and his body in front of mine, I reached and put an arm behind his neck.

(General POV)

Eventually, Torrey had to take a break to regain her breath. Stunned, flustered, she stared at him resting her head on the wall, not knowing what to say. There he was, on the T-Shirt that showed his muscles the best, his hair looking fabulous, his addicting blue eyes looking back at her.

Paul himself regained his senses. He took a good look at Torrey.

She looked so beautiful with that dress, with her dark hair, now slightly tangled, and the remains of shiny pink lipstick on her lips. She was glowing in his eyes.

"What-"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that-"

"Yeah,um, it's fine, but it's-"

"We-we should let it go, I'm sorry, uh, it-it was-"

"It's okay-it was a mistake, uh, I- you know what? I should get going. The, um, the girls are going to worry. Can we just pretend it didn't happen?"

"Yeah, yeah sure… Just… are you mad?" He couldn't stand the thought of that.

She sighed. "No. No, I'm not mad. I'm just...confused okay? I have to go."

He nodded, unsure, and let her go.

The thing was, he wasn't sorry. Not really. He was sorry for pushing her against the wall, but not for kissing her. And by the way she had responded, he could tell she wasn't sorry either.

Torrey made her way back to her friends, who were waiting for her a bit impatiently.

"Where were you?" Arielle asked. "We were starting to get worried!"

She didn't know what to answer. She couldn't tell about the kiss, they would freak out.

"I'm sorry, girls. There was a lot of people in the bathroom. Let's go."

Maryelle raised an eyebrow, but followed the other three to the club's exit.

Torrey looked back for one last time and saw Paul with his eyes glistening, looking right at her. What was this?

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The next morning in his hotel room, Paul laid down on his bed, a bit hungover. His brain replayed incessantly the previous night, the taste of Torrey's mouth still on his. He mentally slapped himself for not saying something else, not trying to ask her to see her again.

Would she have say yes? Would she be up to see him after all he had done to her?

One day before, he would've thought it was impossible.

But there was that night full of bright lights in the middle, and it showed what might be him new chances.

At the same time, Torrey was curled up in her bed - with Beau and Homie by her side, obviously- debating whether to get up and take a shower or lay down and sleep until next morning. A kick coming from her chihuahua made her decide towards the first, and as she rose a random -or maybe not that much- thought assaulted her: "Paul kicked in his sleep too. But he kept me warmer."

She shook her head. She had been in denial about last night, but her heart jumped with glee at the thought of it.

She took her iPhone. One new text.

No, it wasn't from Paul but from a cast mate she had met filming CSI. He was a nice guy, handsome and smart, but she didn't have the heart to lead him to think they could be something when clearly, all she wanted was Paul.

Torrey deleted the text and took a quick shower, wondering if she should try to contact him.

"Yes. No. Maybe we can be friends… but no. Although… but Phoebe… and what if…"

She finally decided to call Maryelle after getting dressed.

"I need advice. Just five seconds of your time."

"Okay? Haha what do you need?"

"First, you need to know something. And you should shut up about it."

"Yeah, of course. Tell me."

"Don't freak out but last night… Paul and I kissed."

"Wait what?!"

"I said don't freak out-"

"Don't freak out? Torrey you kissed your ex husband, who happens to have a girlfriend, at a club the first night you saw him after months just because you ran into him!"

"Okay, geez, calm down! I know, alright? But I need you focusing right now."

"Alright, alright. Sorry. How can I help?"

"Do I call him?"

Maryelle sighed at the other end of the line.

"Do you want to?"

"... yes…"

"Okay, how about… a text? Small and simple? I mean you said you'd stay friends so a text is just natural…"

"Fine, right, but what do I write?"

"Um… 'Hi, I enjoyed last night, let's take it further'?"

"Maryelle!" Torrey yelled laughing, soon followed by her sister.

"Okay no haha, but just something like 'Hi, I know last night was awkward, and confusing. I think we should talk'?"

Torrey exhaled. "Okay. Thanks. I have to go, bye."

"Wait, I need detai-"

Torrey hung up with a smile and took out her phone and composed a text. "I'm sorry about last night, that was awkward. Do you think we can talk? -Torrey". She found Paul's number and clicked send before her courage flew away.