You Really Got A Hold On Me

Good Morning Good Morning

I felt the sun on my eyelids and blinked them open, brushing the hair out of my eyes. I found that my head was rising and falling rhythmically in time with Paul's breathing as I must have fallen asleep with my head on his bare chest. 

His skin felt like velvet, was warm like a summer's afternoon. I could still smell the cologne on him from the night before. 

I smiled into his chest remembering it. I curled up beneath the sheets, gad to be next to him. He was still sleeping soundly, his heavenly eyelashes fluttering as if he was having a vivid dream. He looked so peaceful just lying there that I refrained from waking him. 

His hair was tousled, a dark natural mess, unlike his usual carefully positioned quiff however I liked it this way. 

The sunlight that was streaming through the thin curtains danced upon parts of his hair and face, illuminating them both. 

I thought about getting up but I just wanted to treasure this moment for as long as possible. Well, it's not everyday you get to wake up next to Paul McCartney.

Last night was eventful to say the least and I shall not go into detail except to say that I was a bit scared to take that next step but Paul persuaded me and he made me feel safe. Wait until I tell Abby! 

I felt Paul stir slightly against me and I lifted my head so that my chin was now resting on his chest and I was looking up at him. 

"Good morning" he said sleepily, smiling down at me.

"Morning" I answered, matching his smile.

"Come here" he said, quietly, brining his outstretched arm down so that it wrapped around me and lay on my hip. I snuggled up next to him, bringing the sheet up to my chin for warmth. Paul didn't seem to be the slightest bit cold so his side of the sheet simply lay across his bare stomach.

Cuddling in bed with Paul, our fingers intertwined seemed to outshine any moment I had previously shared with him. His warmth radiated in comparison to my cold fingertips. 

Then a thought suddenly occurred to me and I sat up, startling Paul. 

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"Paul, is Jim in? What if he's awake, he might see me, oh god" I said.

"He's probably still asleep Michelle, I'll go check on him."

I sat nervously on the bed, wrapped in the sheet and waited for Paul to come back with the news. 

"Still sleeping" he said, entering the room quietly and whispering. 

I exhaled, relieved. If Jim had seen that I'd spent the night in Paul's room, in Paul's bed, then my Dad would certainly get wind of it and that was a big no-no.

"I better go before they wake up" I said, reluctant to leave Paul and the warm bed.

"Don't go" he pleased, sitting on the bed next to me. "It's still early yet, let's at least have a cuppa, I'll make you one." 

I took Paul's wrist to look at his watch - he was right it was still early, a quarter to six, and I suppose I could stay for a tea providing we were very quiet so we wouldn't wake Jim or Michael.

And I could spin a white lie to Dad and tell him that I had spent the night at Abby's - then he wouldn't be suspicious when I got back. 

"Alright then" I sighed, rolling my eyes and trying and failing to suppress a smile. And with that Paul kissed me on the cheek, pulled on a white t-shirt and jeans he found lying around and quietly left the room.