We ended up making some pretty great pancakes, which my stomach very much appreciated and we added strawberries, blueberries and what Paul liked the most: chocolate chips.
"Mmm those really were the best pancakes!" Paul says as we go back into my bedroom and we plop down on my bed and I snuggle into his chest as we wraps his arms around my waist.
"What do you want to do?" I ask him.
"Hmm, what records do ya got?" Paul says removing his hands from my waist and getting up off my bed and heading over towards my record collection.
"Ey look it's me!" paul says excitedly with a laugh as he sits on the end of my bed and picks through my collection and I too laugh.
"Wanna listen to any?" I ask him and he nods. He opens my record player and takes out some 45 and puts it on, turns the volume on and let's the needle drop.
"Well come here." he says getting up from my bed and walking over the to big open space in my room with his hand held out. I recognize the tune and it's 'Til There Was You'. I get up and walk over to him and he takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders as he puts his hands on my hips. I wrap my arms around his neck and move closer to him. We dance together and he leads, proving himself to be a pretty decent dancer. I rest my head on his shoulder and he kisses me on the cheek and I smile.
"You're a pretty good dancer, McCartney." I say bringing my head up and our foreheads meet.
"Why thank you Ms. Anderson, you are too." he says with a smile and I smile back. He leans in and I meet him in the middle he gives me a heartfelt kiss. The song ends and he removes his hands from my hips and goes over to my record player, bends down a bit and takes the 45 off, puts it back in it's sleeve and takes another out and puts it on, this one being an album. He comes back over putting his hands on my hips and gives me a long kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. I love it when we kiss, it's perfect, so simple but yet so complex. He pulls away and dances with me again.