DISCLAIMER-I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT!

Wednesday's point of view:

After I 'reunited' with Embry I went and sat down on the leather couch. I still can't place where the growl came from though. Like we didn't have a dog the last time I checked. Maybe it was just Jared's stomach. It probably was considering that the boy was a bottomless pit. Like I swear Jared was never full. How he isn't I will never know. Once on the couch I sprawled out with my legs touching the other end of the small sofa. Paul A.K.A Mr. Tall, dark, and hot walked over and stood infront of me.

"Can you move your feet so I can sit please?" He asked me nicely. The tone of his voice sounded weird coming from his mouth because his appearence screams 'Mess with me and I'll fuck you up'. For some weird reason I found myself actually moving my legs. I NEVER did anything for anyone so this was just bizarre. I moved my legs and he took a seat next to me. Once he was settled I lifted my feet up and placed them on his lap. I know what you're all thinking 'She just met him, why do that?' Well the truth is I don't care that I just met him and I needed to rest my feet, so why not on his lap? The heat radiating from him was incredible he was really hot. Not in that way...okay yes in that way but I personally meant temperature wise. The kid was burning up.

When my legs were in his lap he put a hot-as-fire hand on my calf. I winced at first but then relaxed. But why was he so hot? Before I could fully comprehend what I was to say my mouth spoke on impuse.

"Why are you so hot?" I asked dumbly. Once the sentence came out of my mouth I regretted it. I then put my hand over my mouth as a warm blush crept up my cheeks. I heard him chuckle as I was lying there mortified. Jared and the guys had went out to the backyard to talk about 'guy stuff' and Leah left leaving just me and Paul.

"Genetics" He said before letting out another round of chuckles. I playfully glarred at the beauty before me while poking him in his perfect chest with my big toe.

"I meant your temperature. You sick?" I asked.

"No. I just run a little warmer than most people." Paul replied.

" I noticed it when I hugged Embry and shook the other guy's hands. Why are they all warm?" I asked. I know I just met him and that I was being really friendly with him and I know this is going to sound crazy but I feel as if I've known him my whole life or as if I have this deep connection with him. Don't ask me why because I don't know.

"It's a Quileute thing." A Quileute thing? I couldn't help but feel like he was hiding something. Something important.

"But I'm Quileute how come I'm not warm?" I asked him. I really want to know what he was keeping from me. I saw worry flash in his deep brown eyes and then it switched to hesitation. Those eyes. Those perfect orbs of chocolate brown. They were beautyfull just like him. sigh... Wait! Wednesday shut the fuck up. You can't be falling for someone you just met. Not after Nick. Nick. He was the one...or so I thought. At one point I believed we would be together forever. That we would marry, have children, and grow old together. Oh how stupid and clueless I was. Nick turned out to be an alchoholic woman-beating rapist. Nick worked for the police department in Seattle. The sick thing was that he fought to keep monsters like himself behind bars. What a fucking hypocrite. I was snapped back to life when Paul's husky voice spoke.

"It mainly happens to guys." It mainly happens to guys? Why is he so cryptic. Like bloody hell. I could see in his eyes he wasn't lying but he wasn't telling the whole truth either.

"Oh." I decided to drop it...for now. I made a mental note to ask Jared on why everybody's body heat could break a thremometer.

"Hey Wednesday?" Paul asked nice and soft. I couldn't shake the feeling that he only spoke to me like this. Wednesday don't be rediculous! He probably already has a girlfriend that he loves dearly. He's probably just being nice since he's one of Jared's best friends. Oh how I wish he didn't have a girlfriend. He looked a little worried when I didn't answer so I pushed my thoughts aside and spoke.

"Yes?" I asked him.

"Want to play 20 questions? So I can get to know you better." Paul asked.

"Sure." I said almost too enthusiastic to be learning about him.

"Okay. I guess I'll start. Favorite color?" He asked.

"Silver. Favorite food?" I asked.

"Don't have one. I love all food. Now lets see...what's a good question?" Paul said talking to himself. He glanced around the rook thinking until his gaze anded on my face. His eyes went from happy to furious in an instant. He was glarring at my face. That'e when I knew he caught sight of my bruise that my bangs were SUPPOSED to be covering. I then saw him shaking slightly. Little tremores making his body tremble.

"What happened to your face?" He asked through clenched teeth, with tense shoulders, and his fists balled up. Oh shit.

how did you like this chapter? Sorry it's so short but I felt the need to leave you on end and it felt right to and it here.