Author's Note: Same disclaimer. This one is short guys! I'm sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger. But don't worry! I'll be back soon! I should actually have chapter 11 up tonight. So, read it and weep! Literally! Keep it up with the reviews! I still love em!
Paul woke me up at half after nine with a kiss on the lips. "Breakfast is ready Miss McMahon." With hands on my hips he guided me to the kitchen where pancakes and sausage were waiting for us. "I hope you like blueberries."
"You cook."
"I do. I live alone, I can't rely on KFC to keep looking sexy for you. I have to do some of my cooking at home." He fixed a plate for himself and me my own. "I'll meet you on the deck." He walked away from me, still in his pajamas.
"This is gorgeous." I set my plate down and pulled my chair out. "Thank you for breakfast." I ate in silence, staring out at the view in front of me. "It's delicious." I cut another piece of my pancake off and dipped it in the syrup. "I love it here."
"Wanna go for a walk after we finish eating? Just around the cabin, there's a lake. I told you about it. We can go sightsee down there. There are normally some deer and other wildlife down there."
"Sounds beautiful." Paul took my empty plate back to the kitchen, I went off to the bedroom to get dressed. I pulled the secret jeans from my suitcase and pulled them on. They fit tight, low rise jeans that showed a little bare skin on my back if I bent over too far. I slid my Ugg knock offs on over the ends of the legs. I pulled a sweater on, and zipped Paul's sweatshirt on over it. I gave myself a quick glance in the mirror before walking out to meet Paul in the living room. "How'd you get dressed, I thought we were sharing a room?"
"I put my clothes in the second bedroom." He hadn't looked up from my jeans. "Baby, where'd you get those?"
"I bought them, I wanted to see your reaction in them. I'm glad they came in handy." Paul stepped closer to me, took my hand in his. He twirled me around, whistled after I spun for him.
"Damn." It was the only word he said about it for a long moment. "I will miss playing peek a boo with your thigh though." He slipped his arm around my back. We walked through mud and brush for a long while. Paul stepped over taller piles of rubbish and turned back to lift me over them. "This is one of my favorite spots in the whole world." He said when we got to the lake. He spread a blanket out in the damp grass and sat down. I joined him, leaned my back against his chest. "Are you having fun?"
"I really am." Paul laid back, pulled me with him. "I love you."
"I love you too." Our lips connected, butterfly soft. We continued to kiss as his hands roamed. He had one between his sweatshirt and my t-shirt before he broke the kiss. "You know there's more than one reason I brought you out here, right?" He looked hungry, his eyes glazed over.
"Paul," I held up the finger that donned my purity ring.
"That's not the reason. Well, in a way I guess." Paul shifted our weight, pulled me up to a sitting position. He kneeled in front of me, the lust that has been in his eyes was replaced with nerves. "Stephanie, I know you're only eighteen, and I'm just a year your elder. But, I know what love is, and I found it because of you. I spend as much time as I can with you, and its never enough. I know I won't be satisfied until I have you in my arms for eternity. I want nothing more than to marry you one day. I'll give you as much time as you want to be a young lady, but, I want to give you this ring," He pulled a black velvet box from his pocket. "So you know that when you're ready to, I'll be at the other end of that aisle." He snapped the box open, a white gold ring with a centered diamond in the center gleamed at me. "Will you accept it?"
"Yes," I blushed when he slipped it on my finger. "Paul." I mumbled before kissing him. Paul leaned over me, his hand still holding the ring on my finger. We sat at the lakeside until the sun went down, and even on the way home we kept blushing. Our hands clasped together.