Eesha POV
Paul was looking thoughtfully at me eyes with a strange expression on his handsome face...was it sadness? My heart clenched at the thought that I was the cause of this. "Wait right here, I need to make a quick call" Pall said with his deep voice. Chills ran down my spine as the depth of his voice reverberated through me. He turned his back to me and began talking to someone in a hushed but resigned tone. I didn't know what to make of this. He was just angry a few seconds ago and now it was like a switch had turned off. It had to be something I said, but what could it be? I searched my memory for any clue but nothing fit.
He must know something about me that I never mentioned. My heart raced as I felt a sense of guilt fill me. That's when I couldn't take it anymore. I had to know why he was acting like this or I would never be left in peace.
I looked from the corner of my eye and saw my necklace on the ground covered by leaves. I picked it up quickly and hid it in the pocket of Paul's shirt. I fisted it in the palm of my hand, concentrating on the heat that it was now emanating. I felt a tug towards Paul who was still on the phone and felt his aura for the first time. His heart was actually very large but it was covered in a wall of denial and self hatred. I pushed harder with all my might past the barriers and began to feel the way his heart secretly held love and adoration for someone. My heart raced at the possibilities and then he turned around, as if sensing something out of the norm. He stepped closer to me and looked me in the eyes with a thoughtful expression. "Are you ok?" he asked. I looked at him wide eyed and nodded. He was so close. I could feel the heat and electricity between us and I wanted more than anything to touch him.
"I think the real question is; are you ok?" I asked with a shy smile. Before waiting for his reply, I stepped closer to him, watching how his eyes observed every small movement I made and how his nostrils flared. I looked deep into his wide eyes and then engulfed as much of him as I could in a hug. I pressed myself into the warmth of his chest and felt his heart race below my ear. He smelled of musk, the woods and something similar to my wolf. How strange.
I felt his hand reach out and stroke my hair hesitantly in a gentle caress, and then he moved his hands to my shoulder and nudged at it to move me away from him. I felt momentarily hurt until I noticed the conflicting feelings in his dark eyes. He said in a low, strained voice "What are you doing? This isn't right" and turned his head away from me. He wasn't looking at me anymore.
To say I was hurt would be an understatement, but I wasn't going to let him know it. He needed me just as much as I needed him. He just didn't know it yet. "I should take you back home. It's getting late." I looked at my surroundings and fell back into reality. It was dark out and I had to come up with an excuse fast.
"No, I can walk back. I think I know the way." I said bravely. There was no way I was going home or letting Paul near my aunt. Who knows what she could do.
"You think?" Paul said in a dangerously low voice. He stepped towards me and I saw the anger and frustration in his eyes. He grabbed onto my arm roughly pulling me over towards his car and then I saw red. I pulled my arm out of his hold and glared at him.
"What is your problem? I'm not a possession or a piece of property that you can manhandle!" I yelled out. I rubbed at my arm as it started turning an ugly shade of red. Paul saw and his expression became even angrier if that was possible. He started trembling and the tremors became worse as he stared at my bruised arm. I knew I had to help him. I stepped towards him.
"No, Eesha get back!" Paul growled in a voice that would have scared any other girl. But that didn't deter me.
I touched Paul's cheek and caressed it as I looked into his eyes. Slowly his trembling stopped and his expression changed into a deeper emotion. He took my hand that was on his cheek and moved it up to the bruise. He touched it gently as though he couldn't believe what he did. "I'm sorry" he said in a choked voice as though he was holding something back. "I can't believe I did that."
I looked at him with a sad smile and said, "Its no big deal. The bruise will probably disappear in a few days." I looked around me and realized that now would be the best opportunity to get away. "I have to go home now. Bye Paul" I said briefly as I turned around to leave.
Paul stopped me and grabbed my hand. I felt the resurgence of electricity between us and it shocked me. I didn't want to let go, but I had to.
"Don't go yet" he said earnestly. "Let me take you wherever you're staying for the night? Anywhere you want? I won't bother you after that. I promise." Paul said confidently, looking at me with deep emotion.
"You promise?" I repeated questioningly. I had just the place, I though triumphantly. Paul nodded. "I want to stay the night at your home."