Paul and Prudence were on the flat rooftop of the hotel, and they could feel the wind blowing them really hard up there. She looked around the place, and found it nice.
"This place is very nice, Paul," she said to him with a smile on her face. She narrowed her eyes on a tall building, and it was actually the Big Ben! "You can see the Big Ben from here!"
Paul smiled at her. "I'm glad that you love it," he said to her with a chuckle. "It's going to be ten o'clock in three minutes. Why don't we sit down, and wait until the large clock rings?"
"That's a good idea," she said.
They both sat down on the rooftop, and looked at the buildings around them—but they could still see the Big Ben. The dark clouds covered the bright sun, and they knew that the city would rain soon.
"Oh, Paul," she sighed as she set her head on his shoulder. "I'm very glad that you're taking me here to the rooftop. People might think that this spot, right here, isn't very good, but I think that it's the loveliest spot I've been to."
He wrapped his arm around her, and gently set his head upon hers. "I agree with you, love," he said to her.
He knew that she was feeling cold, because she was shivering. He took off his blazer, and wrapped it around her body.
"Thank you, Paul," she said while covering the rest of her body.
"You're welcome," he said and planted a tender kiss on her head. "Prudence, do you want to know a secret?"
She looked at him, and chuckled. She wanted to sing the rest of the lines, but she held herself to not to sing. She nodded her head as an answer.
"Come closer," he said to her.
She leaned her ear closer, and he whispered in her ear: "I'm in love with you."
She looked at him in disbelief.
"You are?" she asked him.
He nodded his head.
"But…what about Jane and Christian?" she asked him again, rather worried.
"They won't know, I promise," he said to her, and planted a kiss on the tip of her nose.
He looked at the Big Ben, and started to countdown from—
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one," he counted, and then the Big Ben rang a rather haunting yet glorious sound.
"That's a nice sound!" she remarked with a wide smile on her face.
"I couldn't agree more," he said with a smile just as wide as hers.
He leaned forward to kiss her lips, and before she could say anything their lips were against each other. She closed her eyes, and told herself to think for a while. She couldn't resist his sweet lips being against hers, and it was the most glorious feeling in the world—being kissed by Paul McCartney. He held her head with his left hand, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently pushed her down, and she was lying down upon the roof. He brushed his lips to her cheeks, and she opened her eyes.
"Paul," she began, "what if my father starts looking for us?"
"It's going to be for a while, love," he said to her, and his warm breath tickled her cheek. "We'll be there soon."
"Oh, okay."
He moved his lips back to hers, but this time their kiss was deep. She stopped him as he was about to go deeper, and he looked at her with an eyebrow raised.
"What's wrong, love?" he asked her.
"I can't go that far," she said, and her heart was racing. "I'm nervous."
"It's all right, love," he said. "I won't go any further, I promise. I will just stay there. You can trust me, Prudence."
She hesitated. "I don't know." She decided. "I'm scared."
He looked at her kindly. "What's on your mind, Prudence?" he asked her.
"John and Christian," she admitted nervously, and her heart was still racing.
"Just one little kiss, and then we'll go back," he said.
"Okay," she said immediately and pressed her lips against his.