Chapter Thirty Eight.

"Promises Made."

I leaned my body against Paul's and chuckled quietly when he groaned. "Something is wrong, baby?"

"I don't think it's okay to give your poor boyfriend a boner in such a crowded place,"

I leaned even more against him and rubbed my body against his. "Well, it's not illegal."

"But sex in public places is," He said in a low tone into my ear. "You are so bad, drunk or sober."

I turned to face him with a smirk. "Learned from the best," I tiptoed to kiss him. "Do you wanna dance?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Not really, I was just being nice." I put my glass down and pulled him to the dance floor.

I opened my eyes and groaned loudly when the sun burned through them. My head is hurting so bad. I cover my face with the blanket , hangovers are the worst. The sound of the door being opened made me slowly pull the blanket down my body.

With one eye opened, I saw Paul enter the room, put a paper bag on the table, then he walked over to the window to shut the curtains.

"You are my hero," I finally opened my eyes and sat up. He shook his head and walked back to the paper bag he was holding.

"Coffee?" He said walking over to the bed.

"God, I love you." I took the cup from him. "Where is my good morning kiss?" I pouted when he stood up.

"I gave you one while you were asleep, but I guess another won't hurt," He leaned down and kissed my lips softly.

"Do I look like a mess?"

"Beautiful mess." He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked of his shoes before joining me on bed.

"I probably should stop getting myself so drunk and then regret it the next morning," I looked down at him. "I know you will be happy if I stopped drinking."

"I am not that selfish. I just get worried, so you can get drunk as long as I am right next to you,"

I rolled my eyes and hit his arm. "You are such a jerk. You are so sweet but you are still a jerk," I sipped from my coffee. He moved his body and laid his head on my legs as he looked up at me. "What?"

"Admiring the view,"

"Well, must be a really messy view."

"If you mean absolutely beautiful, then yes, really messy."

"God Paul, you are so sweet." I leaned down to kiss him soundly. "Did I cause any trouble yesterday?"

"We just almost had sex in the night, no big deal. You also continuously rubbed your ass against my dick."

"Oh my God," I covered my mouth and laughed. "I love doing inappropriate things when I am drunk I guess,"

"I noticed, along with everyone else in the club."

"Shut up." I put the empty cup of coffee on the nightstand and covered my face. "Should I say sorry?"

"For what? I really had good time," He sat up and took my hands off my face. "Do you realize how much fun I have watching you dancing while being drunk?"

"I am a pretty good dancer,"

"You are." He smirked.

"I always give you something to worry about,"

"The only thing you gave me last night was a boner,"

A small laugh escaped my lips as I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you,"

"I love you, too." He wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me tightly then pulled away to look at my face. "How are you feeling now?"

"Great. I would feel even better if we took a shower,"

"We, huh?"

I nodded and kissed him. "Yes, we."

I pulled my wet hair to the side of my head before turning to Paul, who was still naked and wet.

"You can dry yourself off now, you know?" I put on one of his T-shirts.

He turned to me with a smirk. "Does that mean that you are not enjoying the view?"

"What? Never. I just don't want you to catch a cold," I walked over to him and kissed his lips softly. "I think by this point, I have wore every T-shirt you own," I walked to the dresser to brush my hair.

"Yeah, I have noticed." He dried himself off and put on a boxer. "I think you should just move in,"

I froze in my place as I stared at him through the mirror while he gets dressed. When he finally turned to look at me, he sighed. "Exactly the reaction I expected. Ana, we are both full grown, and, basically, you already moved in. You spend most of your time here with me and you brought some clothes here. It won't hurt if we made it official. That's if you want you, of course."

"I don't want to move too fast," I whispered as I looked down at my feet.

"We are not moving too fast, Anastasia." He walked over to where I was sitting and knelt besides then cupped my face to make me look at him. "I would really love if you moved in. You can think about it as much as you want. The last thing I want is to make you nervous or uncomfortable. But I really want you to know that there is nothing that I want more than waking up and falling asleep next to you everyday of my life." He kissed me passionately, as if he is trying to convince me.

"Paul," It came out as whisperer as he pulled away a little. "I will think about it,"

"Take all the time you want, I don't want to feel like we are rushing things. But just know that this is your second house now, and one day, I promise, it will be your first house." He smiled softly then kissed my hand before standing up. "I will get us some food ready, you are probably as hungry as I am."

I watched as he walked out the room. I forgot how to speak suddenly. Did he just promise that he will marry me? I looked back at the mirror and took a deep breath. He just fucking promised me that he will marry me.

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