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I own nothing. Except Cara. And her dad. And Lucian. Wow, I actually own a lot…

We arrive at the mall in Port Angeles, and Leah drags me inside. After her apology, we talked about anything that came to mind. It actually seemed like this whole bonding thing was working. We were beginning to act more like…sisters. We walk into the mall, and Leah pulls me over to an escalator. "Okay, there's this really great day spa upstairs I wanted to take you to. They treat you like royalty there…"

"Oh," I say in surprise, "I thought Paul said we were going shopping."

"Yeah, well, that's what I told Paul. And I'll be shopping after I get a manicure. You'll stay in the spa for the full treatment. But I'll need you to tell me all of your sizes."

"Leah, this is all going to cost a lot of money. Let me give you my credit card…"

Leah rolled her eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. It's my treat. Don't worry about it. Now tell me your sizes."

As I tell her, we get off the escalator, and Leah leads me into the spa. She walks up to the front counter and begins talking to the clerk. I sit by the window and flip through a wedding magazine. I can't help but think about Paul and me. Will we ever get married? I'm sure we will, but what would it be like? Indoor or outdoors? What about our honeymoon? And how many kids would we have…?

Leah interrupts my thoughts. "They're ready for you, Cara." I am lead by a lady into a small room where I am waxed in every place imaginable. I've never been waxed before, and I'm sure the lady that did it went deaf from my howling. Why girls go through that kind of torture, I will never understand.

After that, I am put in a seaweed wrap. I feel very much like Cleopatra. After she'd been mummified. Then came the facial. While they rub creams and lathers onto my face, I am put into a massage chair, and my feet are placed in a hot tub of water. They give me a manicure and pedicure, painting my nails blood red.

Finally, they wash all the masks and lotions off of me, let me change back into my clothes, and then I am free to go. As soon as I walk out of the spa, Leah intercepts me. "Wasn't that amazing?" she asks.

I smile. "Um, yeah, it was great." Apparently I'm not a spa kind of girl.

I am shocked at the bags Leah is holding. There are backs from three different stores: Charlotte Russe, Hot Topic, and the one that shocks me the most, Victoria's Secret.

"Leah!" I gasp. "What did you get?!"

Leah rolls her eyes. "Calm down and wait until we get into the car. Then you can see."

As soon as we are out of the mall and in the Rabbit, I snatch the bags from Leah. Inside the Charlotte Russe bags are clothes. I am okay with that. Then comes Hot Topic. All that is in there are retro-goth lingerie. I examine a red pinstriped bra with matching underwear. "Leah, I can't wear this…" I murmur.

Lea laughs nervously. "Then you might not want to look in the Victoria's Secret bag…"

I gasp as I dump the bag out. I feel like I am getting buried in an avalanche of lacy bras, thongs, and baby doll nightgowns. I sigh, examining a thong that couldn't even cover my hand. At the bottom of the bag are Victoria's Secret Amber Romance lotions and body washes. There are also many flavors of lip-glosses. "Okay," I say, "I'll keep the lotions and body washes. And the lip-glosses. You can keep the rest of this."

Leah groaned. "Cara, those are for you, not me."

"Leah! When am I supposed to wear all of this? I'm living with Paul, remember?" I remind her with exasperation.

Leah looks at me like I'm stupid. "Yeah, I know. Why do you think I bought all of this? And made you go to the spa…?"

I gasp. "Leah,-no,-I-I can't…" I stammer. "Are you trying to get me to seduce Paul?"

Leah nods. "And it shouldn't take too long with all of this. From what I've heard, werewolves can be very…overeager….with their imprints."

I gape at Leah. Then I shake my head. "I hate to tell you this, Leah, but Paul and I have decided to wait in that aspect of our relationship."

Leah snorts. "Right. You let me know how that works out for you."

I flush. Though I can't help but feel excited by what Leah says. I never said that I actually wanted to wait…

The rest of the drive is in silence, both of us in our own worlds. We pull up to Sue's house. "Why are we here?" I ask.

"They want you and Paul to have dinner here every night, remember?"

I nod, remembering when we made that deal. I turn to Leah. "Thanks for taking me to Port Angeles, Leah. It was fun. I'm glad we got to spend time together."

Leah nods. "Yeah, I'm glad too. I'm relived that I finally set things right between us too." She gestures to the house. "You go on in. I've got to take Jake's car back. Don't forget your bags," she adds.

I nod and climb out of the car. Before I go inside I stuff the Hot Topic and Victoria's Secret bags into the Charlotte Russe bag. I don't want anyone to see the things in there…

Before I can even step on the front porch, Paul flies out of the house and wraps me in his embrace, lifting me off the ground. "I missed you," he says softly. Then he sniffs my neck. "Why do you smell like seaweed?"

I blush profusely. "Leah decided to take me to the spa. The seaweed wrap was one of the 'beauty' rituals I was forced to undertake." I grimace.

Paul laughs at my expression. "You still smell good," he insists. Then he eyes the bags. "What all did you get?"

I shrug nonchalantly. "You know, just clothes for the school year."

Paul nods and, taking my hand, leads me into the house. Sue is busy setting the table while dad is cooking. From the smell of it, it seems we'll be having my favorite food, Irish stew. I can smell the mouth-watering mutton mixed with the potatoes, onions, and parsley. My stomach growls in anticipation. Paul chuckles and puts his hand on it, rubbing it affectionately. "Someone's hungry," he murmurs.

"Hey Cara!" Seth walks out of his room, grinning. "Long time no see!"

I laugh. "I saw you yesterday, Seth!"

He shrugs, still grinning. "Whatever. It seemed longer…"

Dad interrupts. "Dinner!" he calls. "Come on to the table! Cara honey, where's Leah?"

"She's dropping off Jake's car," I reply. Paul kisses my ear and whispers to me, "Did you two straighten things up? If she upset you, just tell me and I'll take care of it."

I lean into Paul, taking his hand and squeezing it. "It was fine," I say with a smile. "It's like we've been sisters for years."

He nods and leads me to the table. Sue sets bowls of the stew on each place on the table. Leah walks in quietly. "Smells good Dave," she says to my father.

Dad grins. "One of my best dishes: Irish stew. It also happens to be Cara's favorite."

Paul squeezes my hand as Dad says this. Leah sits on the other side of me and we dig in. Seth, Leah, and Paul scarf down their food in record time and are soon up for seconds. Sue shakes her head. "Please," she begs, "try to act like you weren't raised by wolves…"

As soon as she says this, everyone laughs. "That'll be hard," Seth comments, "considering-,"

Sue sighs. "You know exactly what I'm trying to say, Seth Clearwater. Manners, dear, would be appreciated."

Seth grumbles incoherently as he waits for Paul to finish getting another bowl of stew. Paul sits back down next to me and eats much more slowly, grinning slyly at me. The rest of dinner is uneventful, consisting of small talk. I'm not really paying attention. My thoughts keep drifting back to what Leah had bought me. I couldn't wear it. Could I?

Before I know it, Paul is pulling me up gently, amusement on his face. "You ready to go?" he asks gently. I nod and grab the shopping bags before Paul can. We say our goodbyes to the family and then we make our way to Paul's Jeep. I don't bother buckling; instead I snuggle close to Paul. He kisses my forehead. "You seemed…distracted at dinner. Is something wrong?"

I look at him innocently. "I seemed distracted? Huh, that's odd. Nothing's wrong, though." I smile, trying to look carefree.

Paul eyes me. I can tell he doesn't believe me, but he doesn't push it. "If you say so…" He starts the Jeep and we back out. He turns on the radio and I feel his chest rumble as he hums along to the song. Suddenly I feel warmth on my knee. Paul's hand is resting there, his thumb slowly drawing little circles. I focus on controlling my breathing. I feel a strange heat starting at my toes and slowly making its way up. A heat that strangely makes me shiver…

Paul's attention shifts to me. "Cold?" he asks. I shrug, not really sure. Paul takes his hand off my knee and wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I stop shivering soon.

We pull up to Paul and Jared's house, and Paul pulls me out of the Jeep. He carries me bridal style to the door while I clutch the bags. He sets me down and opens the door. Inside Jared and Kim are watching a movie together. Kim is perched on Jared's lap, and Jared lightly strokes her hair. They turn when we walk in. "How was your trip?" Kim asks kindly.

"It was fun," I reply. "But I'm a little tired now."

Paul leads me to his room. We both plop on the bed. "So…" Paul begins. "What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?"

I shrug. "I have no clue. Whatever you want to do is fine with me."

"How about you show me everything you and Leah bought?"

I immediately tense. Paul notices this, and his eyebrows rise questioningly. "Um…how about tomorrow?" I say. Then I yawn. "I kind of feel like turning in early today. All that shopping wore me out…" I stand and walk towards the door, planning on changing into my normal pajamas.

Paul grabs my wrist and turns me to face him. "Honey, what is it? Why are you acting so strange?"

I feel guilty that I'm worrying him. But I don't plan on telling him that I'm concerned about all the lingerie Leah bought me… "Nothing's wrong, Paul. I really don't know what you're talking about."

Paul kisses my cheek. "Because you know," he said, his lips lingering on my face, "that you can tell me anything. Don't ever be afraid to tell me something."

I nod and smile. "Yeah, I know. It's just…a girl issue, you know?"

Paul pulls away and looks at me in bewilderment. "No. I don't know."

I put my hand on his cheek. "Don't worry about it. I'm fine. I promise."

Paul shrugs. "Okay, if you say so…but I just want you to know: You can always talk to me. About anything. You know that, right?"

I beam at him. "Of course I do." Then I pull away. "I'm gonna go change now, okay?" Paul nods. I begin to grab my usual pajamas then I pause. An idea hits me. I hesitantly turn to Paul. "Do you have an old t-shirt I could wear?" I ask him nervously.

Paul arches and eyebrow. "What's wrong with your pajamas?"

I shrug. "Nothing. I…I just feel like wearing something of yours."

Paul smiles and rifles through a drawer. He tosses a white t-shirt at me. Perfect. I grab the Charlotte Russe bag that also holds the Victoria's Secret and Hot Topic bags and rush into the bathroom. I pull a bottle of lotion from Victoria's Secret called Strawberries and Champagne. I undress and rub globs of it onto my skin. Then I reach into the Hot Topic bag and pulled out a package labeled: "Matching Set: Black and Red Pinstripe Bra and Hotpants." I gingerly take out the bra and underwear and put them on. Then I pull Paul's t-shirt on over it. The t-shirt stops a little above my knees. I glance at myself and know I'm achieving the look I want. I'm being "sexy" by definition, but in my own way, a way that makes me comfortable.

I quickly brush my teeth and hair. Then I open the door and check out in the hall to make sure that Kim and Jared are still in the living room. When I don't see anyone, I sneak down the hallway quietly and step back into Paul's room. He's on his laptop, and he doesn't glance up when I enter. "Hey," he says, "are you gonna do any of the summer assignments? You could just say you didn't know about them since you're new. I have to get started on them though…"

I shift nervously. "Uh…I don't know. I haven't exactly been thinking about it lately…"

Paul laughs, his eyes still on the computer. "Yeah, I guess you've had a lot of other things on your mind since you moved here, huh?" Then he frowns in concentration. "Something smells good…is that you?"

I sigh. I want to yell at him. Look up! You're girlfriend is wearing your t-shirt with skimpy underwear!! But instead, I ramble. "Uh, yeah, it's me. Leah bought it, actually. She dropped me off at the spa then went to Victoria's Secret. Because they don't just sell lingerie there, you know. They sell lotion and shower gel and bubble bath. Oh, and these really good smelling lip-glosses. But yeah, she got this lotion there. It's called 'Strawberries and Champagne." I think it smells good too. And I thought you might like it, so I put some on…But I don't know. It might be too much, you know? I usually don't get really fancy lotion or anything…"

Paul finally looks up. "Are you nervous about something? Because you're kind of rambling…" He trails off as he takes the sight of me in. His eyes widen, and his jaw drops in amazement. "Cara," he breathes. "What are you wearing?"

I smile innocently as a newfound confidence overtakes me. "What do you mean, Paul? I'm wearing your t-shirt. You gave it to me, remember?"

"But-I can-see through-I see your-," he stammers and doesn't finish.

I sigh softly. "Oh. You have a problem with this?" I gesture to my clothing. "I guess I'll have to change then." I turn for the door.

Before I can even reach for the door handle, a hand grabs my arm and forcefully spins me around. Paul bends to his mouth is at my ear, breathing heavily. "No you won't. I told you," he murmurs roughly, "not to be a tease."

He crushes his mouth to mine. There is nothing gentle about him this time. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and easily takes control. I try to push away and catch my breath, but Paul only pulls me tighter to him.

Suddenly I'm pushed against the wall. Paul finally pulls away from my mouth and moves to my jaw and my neck, sniffing. As I gasp for breath, I hear him whisper. "Mmm, smells so good." His tongue flicks out at my pulse and my eyelids flutter. My knees shake as he kisses down to my collarbone. He bites there, but he still isn't gentle. It hurts, but I don't want him to stop. He moves back up my neck. I feel dizzy from him. When he nips at my earlobe, my legs buckle, and I collapse.

Paul lets out a growl of frustration and quickly moves me to the bed to I am lying down. He kisses my lips again, and I grab his hair, pulling him close to me. Suddenly I feel his hand gently pull up on the t-shirt. I gasp in his mouth and pull away. Paul chuckles. "Shh," he whispers. "It's alright." He stops pulling the t-shirt and places his hand on my stomach. I shudder involuntarily. He places his lips back onto mine. I feel his hand slowly traveling up. When I feel it touch my bra, I jump in surprise, and my back arches on its own. Paul pauses and looks at me in the eyes. I nod my head, giving him permission.

His hand travels up to my breast and just sits there, resting on top of it. "Paul," I find myself begging, "Do something!"

He plants kisses along my jaw line and his hand gently squeezes. I arch my back again. I'm beyond all thought, all comprehension. All I can feel is need. I need Paul.

Paul's hand moves to my back and the clasp of the bra. I lift myself higher, and he unclasps it. His hand travels back my breasts, squeezing and massaging gently. His mouth continues to kiss my jaw and neck. I begin to feel lightheaded again, and I'm still gasping for air. "Paul," I gasp. "I need-,"

"I know," he says softly. He squeezes harder, and a moan escapes my mouth. "God Cara," Paul murmurs into my neck. "You are so perfect…"

Suddenly we hear a knock on the door. Paul curses and his hand retreats from the shirt. I whimper softly as he moves to the door. He yanks it open angrily. "What?" he hisses at Jared.

"I just wanted you to know that Sam called. He wants you to know you have to patrol again tomorrow."

Paul begins shaking softly. "And you couldn't wait until later to tell me that because…"

"Hey, calm down Paul. I'm sorry to have-interrupted-anything in there." He peeks around Paul and grins mischievously at me. Without a word, Paul slams the door in Jared's face. "Idiot," he mutters.

I smile softly. "Yeah, that did kind of ruin the mood, didn't it?"

Paul sighs in disappointment. "Sure did…" Then he glares at me. "You shouldn't have come in here like this anyway," he scolds gently. "It took all of my self-control not to take you and-,"

I sigh. "The only person here who seems to have a problem with that is you."

"I already told you, I want your first time to be special."

I roll my eyes and look at Paul impatiently. "Is my first time going to be with you?"

Paul looks at me in confusion. "Um, yes…"

"Then it's going to be special no matter what."

Paul smiles. "I know you think that now, but you might not think that after."

I sigh in frustration, and it sounds like a growl. "You are so damn stubborn, you know that?" I mutter angrily.

Paul wraps me in his arms. "Yep. And I don't plan on changing my mind. But I don't want to fight about it." He kisses my lips lightly. "Let's just go to sleep, hmm?"

I nod against Paul's chest. He flips off the light switch and we snuggle into each other. "Goodnight Cara," he sys softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," I say. Then, as I drift into sleep, I add, "And I'm going to change your mind."

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