*Paul's POV*

The next day I met Kevin for breakfast and told him everything about the date.

"So," he chuckled. "The great Paul Levesque is falling in love. Will wonders ever cease?"

"But what do I do? I don't want to screw things up with Caitlin."

"Then take it show. Go out with her, be romantic and all that other mushy crap. Do things that any other couple does."

"But can I? I'm on the road for about 200 days of the year."

"And if you and her are meant to be, then you'll withstand it. You're both adults, you can take some time apart."

I finished eating and thanked Kevin for listening.

"Anytime," he slapped my back and laughed loudly. "Just make me the best man at the wedding."

I laughed as we parted. Having a flash of inspiration, I dug my cell phone out of my pocket and dialled the number of a local florist I knew.

"Can I have a dozen white rose delivered to a Miss Caitlin Masterson?" I gave the florist the address and the message for the card and hung up.

*Caitlin's POV*

When I got to my office there was a dozen white rose sitting on my desk. My heart fluttered as I read the card.

"Caitlin. Thank you for last night, it was wonderful. And I do think of you differently now, you're even better than before. Paul."

A single tear rolled down my cheek. I was so happy he didn't freak out about what I'd told him. I hadn't even planned on telling him this soon, most of the other guys I'd told suddenly lost interest like I was damaged goods or something. But it felt right, and I was so glad I did. I decided to phone him.

"Hello," he answered breathlessly.

"Hey," I took a deep breath. "Thank you for the flowers. How did you know they were my favourite?"

"I didn't," he laughed. "It was just a lucky guess."

I was surprised by his honesty. Most guys would have made up some lie, like they'd asked Jeff or they had a feeling, but Paul was totally honest.

"Listen," he continued. "I'm actually in the gym right now, so can I call you back?"

"Of course. I'll talk to you later." I hung up the phone and sat staring at the flowers, a huge grin on my face. I'm not sure how long I sat there but eventually I was interrupted by Amy Dumas.

"Hey girl." She came over and hugged me. "How's the new job?"

We spoke for ages about my job, Matt and her imminent return to the ring.

"So are you going to tell me who he is?"

"Who who is?" I tried to feign ignorance but Amy wasn't buying it for a second.

"Cut the crap Cait. I've known you long enough to know when you're all loved up. And the flowers only back me up."

"It's Paul Levesque." Amy's eyebrows shot up. "Don't look at me like that."

"You're seeing 'love em and leave em' Paul? Girl, that's just asking for trouble."

I tried to reassure her that this was different, but how did I know that? How did I know that this wasn't his plan all along? For the first time, I started having serious doubts about me and Paul.

I was hoping these doubts would go away if I just tried and ignore them, but over the next few days they actually grew. I began over-analysing the whole situation and ended up doing nothing more than making myself paranoid. But I didn't have a clue as to how I could set my mind at ease. I couldn't just come out and tell Paul how I was feeling, I would seem all clingy and possessive. So I was left with no option but worry.