A/N: hey guys, another chapter wooo
Hannah xxx
*Yasmine's POV*
This was it.
It was my chance, at last.
I never quite got to be alone with Paul anymore, even though when we'd first met, we'd really hit it off.
But then, when Samantha left and John had came and found me; how could I say no?
And now here we all were, five years later.
We walked down to the supermarket and I became painfully aware that I was wearing a short, flimsy sundress.
Walking round, we bought a few things like bread, milk, beer and some snacks; the other stuff could wait.
Struggling with a bag each, we decided to cut up a back road to get back to our villa.
"So," began Paul, making small talk. "Great weath-"
I cut him off by pressing my lips against his and to my surprise, he dropped his bags and put his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and he parted my lips with his tongue. He was a different kisser compared to John, but I liked it, I have to say. Thinking of him, I pulled back.
"Fuck, I, ehm, dunno, what came over me…." I said, biting my lip and looking down.
What the hell had I just done?
*Paul's POV*
Here I was getting everything I had wanted since I was 15 years old, so why did it feel strange?
I knew why.
Because she wasn't mine to take.
Don't get me wrong, I wanted her, but I knew John, even though he himself had cheated, would murder me if I touched her. But, what he didn't know couldn't hurt him, right?
While I was thinking, Yasmine was gabbling on.
"..so sorry Paul, oh god, it's just things between me and John have been not good recently, and I just, don't hate me, please, I-"
This time it was my turn to cut her off. Tilting her head up, I pressed my lips against hers, and, forgetting we were in a public place, I slowly walked backwards until she was against a wall, and she tilted her head further up to deepen the kiss. By this point, my hands were tangled in her hair, then feeling all over her body. God, she had a great figure. Her hands were on my neck, pulling me closer. Eventually, my hands wandered down to her arse and I picked her up, and she didn't seem to mind because she wrapped her legs around my waist. I wanted to get her home and make love to her, but I knew I couldn't so I sighed and pulled back.
" I want this. Believe me, I've wanted this since I was 15. But while you're still with him, nothing can happen," I said, frowning.
She pouted, which made her look even sexier. "I know, I know, I just wanted to feel like someone cared about me, it's been a while since I have, you know?"
I gave her a peck on the lips. "I know, and I do care about you. We'll get this sorted when we get home, but we've to play happy families for 3 weeks, can you do that?"
She nodded and got out of my arms. "You're such a good guy Paul,"
I grinned. "Why thank you,"
We picked up our bags and started to make our way to the villa, where drama was already happening.
*George's POV*
I couldn't wait any longer. Paul and Yasmine were out, John was upstairs and Samantha was in the outdoor kitchen, giving it a quick clean. It's not like I was doing anything wrong; we were both single.
I went down and immediately I noticed she had changed into a bikini and she had an oversized shirt on over it. The legs on that girl, Jesus Christ.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I went over to her and decided there was to be no beating around the bush.
"Samantha?"
"Yes Georgie?" she said, looking up at me expectantly with those big green eyes.
I debated on how to say it. "Well, ehm, thing is, I, god, where to start,"
I might not have thought the whole "no beating around the bush thing" through. Ah well.
"Okay, I don't really know how to say this, so I'll show you instead," I said, stepping closer to her.
She raised her eyebrows, waiting.
Without warning, I had my arms around her waist and had her on the table and my lips were on hers. All I was thinking was that I wanted to do this forever. She had the nicest, fullest lips ever and finally I was kissing her. I'm glad I didn't make a move when we were younger, because she thought I was a kid, and I'm still two years younger than her, but I'd matured now and I was taller and bigger than her.
I think she liked it, because she put her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
Behind us we heard footsteps, I thought it was John, but it was only Paul and Yasmine and they were…holding hands?
I thought John and Yasmine were a thing, although to be fair, he didn't see it as anything serious, so why should she?
I went back to kissing Samantha, and to my surprise, Paul put Yasmine on the table and started kissing her, and for a while we were just kissing, and I'm assuming Paul felt how I did; that he'd finally got what he wanted.
Suddenly, we heard footsteps behind us, which could only mean one thing; John was here.
We all slowly turned round to face him, and his usually brown eyes had gone a dark shade of black.
"Well, we've been busy haven't we?" he said in a low voice, glaring at the four of us.
None of us talked, Yas blushed, Sam looked down, I fidgeted and Paul bit his lip.
"Don't let me spoil your fun," he said, stalking off in to the house.