Previous to this there was another part which you could read here: Part 3
Caroline didn't realise how much she'd missed this. Just sitting, chatting, laughing. The alcohol had managed to ease the awkward barrier and now she was talking away without feeling the need to mask her life. She didn't care if she sounded like a complete failure, because honestly it sounded like they all were. None of them had achieved what they had all so foolishly planned in their younger years.
So it wasn't too much of a surprise when Caroline followed Paul to his bedroom. The familiarity of it all brought Caroline some form of comfort she hadn't experienced in a while. They had left Sarah and Rob talking, well, touching one another in an extremely unsubtle manner. The roughness of his hand surprised Caroline as it guided her unceremoniously to his room. Had they always been so weathered? For a brief moment Caroline was worried she had come to the wrong flat and that this man who was now sprawled out across the bed was in fact an imposter. But then the all too familiar scent of Dettol hit her again. Christ, even the bedding was still the same.
Caroline briefly paused to finish the wine, and leaving the glass on the sideboard, turned to move towards the bed. Paul, laying in just his boxers, started to move his hands slowly down his chest. Bloody hell. Even his underwear was the same as before, Caroline thought, the same unmistakable little Mexican faces smiling back at her, dressed in little ponchos and surrounded by cacti. However the pattern was distorted somewhat. Stretched. Paul looked up at Caroline, their eyes meeting. He smiled cheekily, as his eyes drifted downwards towards himself. Looking back up at her, his head tilted to the side, he asked "So why are you not naked...?" Good question. And Caroline's response was very eagerly received by Paul.
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