Here is Lucy's POV. Tell me what you guys think yeah?
Lucy POV
My english teacher, Ms. Tam, had asked me the definition of Perfection in class. I said Paul. No really I did. Paul laughed, Ms. Tam didn't.
I remember the first time I had met him. I was staying with my cousin Emily (I had no where else to live) and I had awoken to an empty house when I decided I should make cookies. Some time between cracking the eggs and preheating the oven I was dancing around the house singing "Do your Believe in Magic" when the door opened. And in walked a god among men. Tall, dark, and handsome in every sense of the word.
Needless to say I was slightly embarrassed when I remembered I was standing in front of said god in nothing but a tank top and underwear standing in an impressive superstar pose. I asked him to join me, and he gave me a heart warming smile and said "Im not worthy." I was confused, but I melted. And I swore that I would keep that smile on his face if it was the last thing I do. I told him that, and his smile could have out-shined the sun.
When Paul had found out about my past he was so upset he left. I was a broken girl. An Orphan. Homeless. No good. I thought he didn't want me. And I thought I died of heartbreak. But he came back. And told me how sorry he was while I cried into his chest. And then all our secrets came pouring out. Werewolves, imprints, rape, abuse - everything. That night we became 'Official'.
Im selfish. I know I am. Im possessive too. Just ask Becky Turner. I gave her a black eye for grabbing his butt. Yeah I didn't know girls did that either. Who knew? The pack thinks its funny that Im so possessive of Paul. So does Paul. I don't want him to realize there is someone better for him than me out there. Imprint or not, I cant take that risk.
The first time we slept together I was nervous. He was the first person I slept with that mattered to me. The night couldn't have been more perfect. He kissed all my scars and imperfections that I was deathly self conscious about, and beat down every wall I had around my heart. I was his. Always and Forever Paul's.
Out of all the imprinted couples Paul and I take the award for 'Most Physical'. Not just our sexual escapades (which I must say we were pretty adventurous) but the fact that we never said the words "I love you." It shocks everyone but we dont need to say is not one to put his feelings into words, but rather his actions. And I adore him for it. A small squeeze of his hand in mine tells me a lot more than 3 words every could. I dont know what I did to deserve him. But I am selfish, and I will do anything in my power not to let him go.