"Not really," he sighed, relaxing in his favorite chair.
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"Macca, is everything okay?" I asked, running my fingers through his soft hair.
"It's not you, I just, I don't know, need a break. I wish all the girls would go away. All the damn fan mail would stop. The recording just ended for a while. Y'know?"
"Of course I do. Why don't we go for a swim? Huh?" I asked, kissing his cheek.
"Stop kissing me. I'm gonna blush," he giggled.
"But it's cute!" I grinned, kissing him again.
"If you can handle not kissing me, I'm gonna put my swim shorts on."
"Okay!"
"And I'd like privacy. Get changed in the bathroom."
I giggled, he was so cute. How does a girl get so lucky?
Once we got to our pool, he jumped in and started splashing me.
"Riley! If you don't get in, the pool's coming to you!"
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Me being me, I jumped in and pulled him underwater by his leg.
"Whoa, Riley! I wasn't expecting that!"
"I bet not."
"You sure?"
"Shark!" he giggled and pulled me underwater by my leg.
"Macca!" I giggled.
We played for a little bit longer, and, after that, Paul fell asleep on his lounge chair, and I wrote a story in my purple notebook.
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"Can I sit on your lap?"
"Um, no! You're above the male weight limit."
"Aw, okay," and I sat back down kicking my legs in the water.
When he woke up, he came over to me and gave me a kiss.
"I love you, Riley."
"I love you to, Macca."
That night, he held me close. He was so sincere.
"Riley, don't do anything you don't want to do. I'm after your heart, not your body."
"Thank you, Paul," and I gave him a kiss.
Merry Christmas to Paul, Ringo, and @paul_is_my_husband
