The next morning, I wake up to the feeling of Paul's strong arms holding me to his chest.
I turn on my side to face him.
"G'mornin, beautiful," he murmurs, still half asleep. I smile as he reaches forward to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Last night was absolutely amazing."
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His Name Is Paul (Paul McCartney) (COMPLETE)
FanfictionI go into my backyard and gasp. My neighbor is also out. Out of his house for the first time since...the incident. His name is Paul. Warning: This fanfiction deals with mature and sensitive topics and may be triggering to some. As a result, it is ra...
