Paul drug me to his car while it started to drizzle slightly in the moonlight. It was an amazing sight to see. I giggled when he lifted me up into the seat. He was in a rush. Two seconds later he jumped in and started the car.
The next thing I know is I'm in his arms then thrown on his couch. He disappeared into the hallway. His living room was decorated nicely. It had sky blue walls and pictures of him and the pack around the ocean. The couch was a tan, sandy color with dark brown pillows. He also had a big flat screen TV with wood TV stand. He had a bright blue and green striped rug over wood floors. It was actually pretty nice.
Paul was now wearing cut-off shorts… with no shirt. His abs were just beautiful. I reached for them and ran my hand down them. He growled and picked me up. It was routine to wrap my legs around his waist. Our lips met and we're on his living room floor rolling around. His hands fumbled to my shirt trying to un-button it. I couldn't do this! I couldn't! What would Charlie say. I mean I'm 18 but still! I lived in his house under his rules. I pulled away from the kiss and stopped his hands when my shirt was off.
"Paul," I said catching my breath, "I can't do this. What about Charlie? I can't" Rolling away, I looked down. I couldn't look at his face. I was afraid of what I would see; anger, sadness, confusion.
His hand pulled my chin up and he smiled at me. "Bella, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I love you and respect your decisions." He said and then kissed my forehead. "Should I take you home?" He asked. I knew the answer to that one.
I grabbed my shirt from the ground and put it on. "Hell no." I said smirking. He laughed and turned on the TV. I wasn't paying attention though. I was tracing circles on his chest and listening to his breathing. It was a beautiful melody. Soon my eye-lids became heavy. The last thing I remember is him picking me up and carrying me to his bed. Then I was out.