Chapter 11 - Good Point

Sun shined through the windows of the house. Daniella opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom. She couldn't stop dreaming of Paul. Wolf form, human form it was a never ending dream. She knew it was from the imprinting. Ever since she'd had the talk with Paul and let him know everything she felt and needed to say, she'd been dreaming of him. Of course she hadn't left the house in five days either. Jared and Kim had been kind enough to get rid of Panzers pillows, blankets, toys, food, treats, food dishes, collar and leash. Daniella couldn't bring herself to do it.

She'd been highly depressed about losing Panzer, he'd been a huge part of her life for so long. Raising him from just a puppy, watching him grow, she missed having him around to cheer her up. Sometimes she felt like Panzer was somewhat of a replacement for Paul. She smirked ruefully. She could put all her love into Panzer and get love in return. Completely the opposite with Paul.

Daniella was pulled from her private thoughts when there was a knock on the door. She pulled herself from bed and walked down stairs and pulled the door open. She was surprised to see Paul's dark brown eyes staring back at her. She couldn't even get the words out of her mouth to ask him why he was there. She squinted her eyes as her head cocked to the side.

Paul had a frown on his beautiful Greek God like features. They just stood there for a good fifteen minutes staring into each other's eyes, before Paul finally spoke up, "I...uh...I just wanted to check on you. You haven't been outside in days Dani." Daniella scowled, "Are you suddenly the outside monitor?" Paul sighed heavily, "No. I never said that. I was just concerned." Dani's scowl deepened, "Who told you I haven't been outside?" Paul chuckled at the venom in her voice...Only he could bring out her pissed side that fast, "No one...Wolf Psychic 101...The ability to read minds comes in handy sometimes. Jared left his wide open...Four days?"

Daniella dropped the scowl but not the attitude, "What do you care?" Paul slumped, "I care Daniella. I never said I didn't care. You just assume I don't care because of the shit that happened between us in school." Daniella glared at Paul, "Can you stand there and tell me you honestly don't blame me?" Paul shook his head, "No I can't...I know it's my fault Daniella. Don't you think I know? The last five years have been a special torture for me. I didn't have any control over who I imprinted and for some reason the Quileute God's decided to pick the girl I've been cruel to for ten years to be my soul mate. I don't know why. No one understands it. I personally, could give a shit less how the soul mate gets picked. But I do happen to give a shit about you. I've been in love with you for years. Even before I imprinted."

Did he just really say he's been in love with her for years? Before the imprinting? Do what? Daniella couldn't bribe her voice to say anything.

Paul's fist slammed against the door jam, "Damn it Daniella, this is not the way I wanted it to be between us, but I have no one to blame for it but myself. I don't deserve you, you don't deserve someone like me. No one deserves me. I have a short temper and I can get extremely volatile in seconds. I don't ever want what happened to Emily to happen to you. Because I know I hurt you enough growing up. God knows I kept pushing until I couldn't push anymore. But I can't help the way I feel about you. And I know you're probably thinking that if I loved you I wouldn't have treated you the way I did. I was a stupid, Stupid, STUPID kid. Everyone does stupid shit when they are kids. I'm clearly no exception to the rule. And I know I took it way too far. What do I have to do to prove to you I'm not that same little asshole you've hated your entire life?"

Daniella was taken aback by Paul's semi outburst; she swallowed hard and finally got her voice to work properly again, "I can't tell you that. Because I've grown up feeling only one way about you. So I sure as hell don't know how to make myself feel anything remotely different. Clearly whatever it is, it has to come from you. But I don't even know where to tell you to begin."

Paul nodded in understanding, "I know. It's my mess to clean up. I take full responsibility. I just want a chance to make it up to you. I don't expect for anything to change between us over night Dani. I just want a chance to fix it. I know I don't deserve it; but I want it more than anything. Not more than I want you in my life, because I have to fix it before I can have you in my life."

Daniella nodded. "Mmhmm Good point." As she let his words mull around in her head. She really was having a hard time being this close to him and not touching him at all. Her concentration was always fuzzy when he was around and was even worse when he was no more than a foot away from her, pleading with her to give him a chance to fix things between them. He was right he didn't deserve one. But he was right about one thing the Quileute God's chose her for some reason. Who was she to try and stop fate from happening? She was proud to have been chosen to be an imprint, even if her imprinter wasn't all that perfect. She was sure somewhere down the line it was all going to fix itself…or maybe she just hoped it would.

Paul couldn't stop staring into her eyes. In something about a whisper she mumbled, "I just need to…umm…" Paul's tongue slowly came out and wet his suddenly dry lips. Her eyes were hypnotizing him deeply. He watched as her beautiful red lips slightly smirked at him as she suddenly reached up and grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down as her lips crashed into his.

Paul's hands had a mind of their own as he grabbed her hips and yanked her against his body and then turned and pushed her back against the door jam. Their lips moving in time together. She moaned when his tongue caressed hers inside her mouth. His lips felt so good against hers. It had been a FIVE long YEARS since the first and last time he'd kissed her. She couldn't have stopped herself even if she wanted to…And she definitely did NOT want to. Her fingers weaved in through his soft black hair; his chest was smashed against hers. His tongue was fighting for dominance and she couldn't help but allow it.

A long piercing howl echoed through the trees and suddenly Paul and Daniella pulled apart. They were both panting because they both desperately needed oxygen in their lungs. Paul's head snapped to the direction of the howl in the forest across the street from Daniella's house. Daniella carefully removed herself from Paul's hands and slowly stepped back into the house as his head snapped in her direction and he looked like he wanted to let out a whine. Daniella kept a straight face, "Go on…Their calling you."

Paul gave her a curt nod as he slowly started to turn, Daniella smirked, "Bye Paul."

Paul returned the smirk, "Bye Daniella." Then turned and jogged across the street and disappeared into the tree line.