A/N: I forgot to tell you that George did have a crush on Cynthia :D
"Where are we going to go now, Paul?" Prudence asked him as they walked down the street. It was twenty minutes after having lunch in that Italian restaurant, and Paul was taking her somewhere again.
"Oh, you'll see, love," he said. "It's a surprise! And I know that you're going to love it!"
"How do you know?" she asked him.
"Because you loved the surprise earlier this morning."
"Right."
He suddenly stopped, and she looked at him with an eyebrow raised. He stood before her, and held both of her arms on his palms. His face was so handsome, she couldn't help but swooning.
"Close your eyes," he said to her with a chuckle.
"Why?"
"Just close 'em."
She sighed, and closed her eyes tightly. She felt his hand holding hers, and she slowly walked on the street. She was tempted to open her eyes, but her eyes were remained closed. She chuckled, because she thought that it was quite silly.
"Are we there yet?" she asked him with a chuckle.
"We're almost there," he said.
She was wondering where he was taking her, and she wanted to open her eyes badly. A drop of water from a leaf on a tree fell and landed on her left shoulder.
"What's that?" she asked him, but didn't open her eyes.
"It was just a raindrop," he said. "But it's not raining."
She nodded her head, and she was trying to guess where she was. They suddenly stopped walking, and she was very impatient on where Paul was taking her. She wondered where she was.
"You can open your eyes now," he said to her.
She slowly opened her eyes, and they were in a lovely garden. There were large trees around them, and there were lovely colorful bed of flowers upon the green grass. Straight ahead was a white pavilion with vines tangling on them, and white roses grew between the vines.
"This place is beautiful! This is perhaps the most beautiful garden that I've ever visited so far!" she said with a very wide smile on her face, and she held his hand tightly.
He looked at her, and smiled handsomely. "It sure is beautiful…and so are you," he said to her.
She looked at him with kind eyes. Her cheeks turned a shade of bright pink, and he gently caressed her pink cheek with his thumb. He traced her lips with his thumb, and it tickled her.
"Let's go there," he said to her after planting a kiss on her forehead that sent shivers down her spine, and it felt very good.
He walked her (gracefully walked her) to the pavilion, and she chuckled because he was very adorable as they both walked (gracefully walked) there. He set her left hand on his shoulder, he rested his hand on her waist, and he held her other hand. They locked eyes, and smiled at each other shyly. They slowly moved across the pavilion.
"Are we going to dance here?" she asked him with a shy chuckle.
"Yes, we are going to dance here, love," he answered.
"But there's no music," she said.
"You probably forget that I'm a singer," he said to her with a chuckle. "Which song shall I sing? But it must be a slow song."
"How about P.S. I Love You?" she suggested with a sweet smile.
"Good choice."
They slowly danced across the pavilion, and he started singing the song, which he wrote himself.
"As I write this letter,
I send my love to you
Remember that I'll always,
Be in love with you.
Treasure these few words till we're together
Keep all my love forever
P.S. I love you…
You, you, you."
"Can I sing along?" she asked him.
"Of course, you can, love," he said to her, and pulled her closer until their bodies were against each other tightly. He wrapped her waist with an arm.
"I'll be coming home again to you, love,
Until the day I do, love
P.S. I love you…
You, you, you."
Her cheeks turned pink, and she chuckled because she couldn't do the low voice. They danced slowly across the pavilion, and didn't take their eyes off of each other.
"As I write this letter,
I send my love to you
Remember that I'll always,
Be in love with you."
Prudence suddenly tripped, and they both fell to the white wooden floor—Paul was on top of her. They both chuckled, and looked at each other's eyes.
"You have the most beautiful and lightest blue eyes, Prudence, love," he said to her while gently caressing her cheek. Her cheeks immediately turned pink.
"And the nicest shade of pink on your cheeks, right there," he said and gently poked her pink cheek. They both chuckled.
"I will never forget this moment with you, Paul," she said to him. "It's the most beautiful and unforgettable moment in my life. I shall cherish this and remember this very moment forever."
"Yes, you should," he said and touched the tip of her nose.
He leaned closer, and his lips gently touched hers. They slowly closed their eyes, and relaxed their tensed muscles. He held the back of her head, and angled his face. She slightly opened her mouth, and tightened her eyelids as he slid his tongue in. She wrapped her arms around his neck, enjoying this moment. There was a sudden crack, and she gasped. She glanced to her right, and his lips landed under her ear.
"What was that?" she asked him, worried and surprised.
"It's probably just a stupid animal," he said, and nibbled her neck with his lips. "It's all right. No one goes here anyway."
"How do you know?" she asked him again.
"Please, don't argue," he said, and moved his lips back to hers, because he knew that she's weak when she's being kissed on the lips—especially being kissed by him.
She opened her eyes, and parted her lips from his.
"Why did you stop?" he asked him meekly.
"I don't feel comfortable…snogging in a pavilion," she said. "I'm afraid that someone will see us."
"We should move some place else, then?" he asked her.
"Yes, we should," she said with a nod.
"Shall we go to my place, then?" he asked her. "It's going to be for a while, right? After all, we're just going to make out, and nothing else."
She nodded her head. "Oh, yes, of course. We should go to your place." She said.
They walked to Paul's fancy place after all that.