"Then why? Why do you keep coming after me?" his voice was strained. "Why do you insist on taking things to another level when you know it's so bloody difficult for me to ignore the past?"
John's heart bled confused butterflies in his bloodstream.
"Because I love you."
Paul titled his head to the side.
"I-"
"No, that's not all," John cut him off.
Paul said nothing.
"I'm in love with you."
Now Paul's jaw dropped open and his heart slammed loud thuds against his chest.
"I'm sorry, and no, I don't know how it happened or when precisely it started, but I know I've just recently figured this out, and I'm still freaking out over the horrifying implications of actually being in love with you. It's like my fucking world is crashing down on me and for some fucked up reason I can't stop smiling about it!"
