Thank you all so much for your reviews, I cannot believe there are over four hundred for this story. That is just insane! This is just some more Paul/Anna time before the action really begins in the next chapter. And i promise the next chapter will be longer, I have many ideas. Enjoy.

"It's only a little motorbike."

Paul leant casually against the monstrosity of a vehicle as he continued to smirk at me with obvious amusement. Pushing the hair furiously away from my eyes I shot him a disbelieving look as he continued to stroke the stupid thing like some sort of precious dog. Idiot. Absolute idiot. There was no way.

"That thing is certainly not little." Sarcasm seemed to drown out the regular tone of my voice. Behind me I heard Quil's soft laughter from the porch where Claire lay asleep on his lap. Without even looking I turned briefly in his direction to flip him off.

"You mean to tell me that you will jump out of windows, go to a deserted house with a wolf and walk through Seattle on your own yet you will not get on a motorbike?" Paul took a step closer to me with every word fogging up my brain. Holding my hands up I signified that I didn't want him to come any closer, if he had I wouldn't of had the ability to think clearly. His stupid grin would have made me say yes to anything.

"I can control those things. But this," I waved my hands wildly out in front of me as Paul rolled his eyes, "You control this which makes me increasingly nervous. And of course it's a fucking death trap. No roof to stop my head from smacking off the ground if we crash."

Wrapping my arms tightly around my stomach I frowned as I watched the laughter shine in Paul's normally stormy eyes. He seemed so happy, I hated to crush that.

"That's what I'm for. Do you not trust me?"

I glared at him as he took yet another step towards me. Playing the guilt card with me was never a smart move, he must have really wanted me to get on that damn bike. The sun was warm on the back of my neck as I let out a rye laugh.

"Nobody is invincible Paul," I whispered softly.

"Almost though." All the breath left my lungs in a rush as he crushed me fiercely to his chest as if to emphasise his strength. Latching onto the familiar warmth I moulded my body almost naturally to fit his. We were becoming strangely familiar with each other. I pressed my lips together into a thin life as I heard a low whistle coming from the direction of the house.

"Assholes," I muttered under my breath at the same time as Paul did. We barked out a laugh. Glancing upwards my eyes immediately sought out his lips, those full lips that were just begging to be kissed. Many times since our first official date we had been hugging and then Paul had leant down as if to kiss me before abruptly taking a step backwards. It was getting frustrating. Was the idea of kissing me that disgusting to him?

I had tried to stay mad at him even after out date but I had found it impossible. He was being too much like a gentlemen, opening doors, making me lunch, laughing with me and even tolerating Brady when we hung out in the garage together. It was all almost too perfect, not the dysfunctional relationship I had become accustomed to experiencing with Paul. Admit ably I was almost waiting for cracks to appear, for something bad to happen that would rip us apart again. I almost felt like I was treading on eggshells, one wrong move would smash everything into smithereens.

"Even Emily had been out on a motorbike," Paul's warm breath against my ear sent shivers down my spine. I stumbled backwards in shock. His hand shot out to stop my from falling over.

"Em? My Em had been out on one of those death traps?" Glancing back towards the house I could almost make out her silhouette, as always, standing in front of the kitchen window as she washed all of the dishes by hand, Sam by her side. She just seemed so…domesticated and boring?

"Yes," Paul's smirk grew as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, "She didn't complain one little back. In fact she loved it so much Sam and Em went out several times. And Claire is dying to give it a shot as soon as she's old enough."

Despite my best efforts I could not imagine Em willingly getting on the back of a motorbike. I glanced once again at Paul's own motorbike the black paint gleaming in the sunlight. My heart thumped loudly in my chest.

"Would you hold onto me tightly?" I was determined not to be swallowed up by my fears, especially if Em was able to survive the horrific experience.

"Always," his fingertip trailed carefully down the length of my face as if cataloguing my every feature. My whole body felt like jelly. Tired of pushing the thought to the back of my head I realise with a shock how much I cared for Paul, maybe even loved him. The thought made me breathless.

"On one condition," I murmured as his thumb made gentle circles on the palm of my hand. From behind me I heard the slam of the door and Claie's quiet giggles, they had gone inside.

"Oh no," Paul groaned playfully, "I must be the one who has a death wish if I make a bargain with you." I pinched him lightly on the arm, knowing her would barely feel the gesture anyway. My mouth tilted up at the corners unable to hold back a laugh.

"I want to see you," Paul's face scrunched up in confusion but I continued, "I want to see you in your wolf form. Claire told me the other night that she had seen Quil many times. Please." It had been playing on my mind for days. Paul had a whole other side to his life that I knew nothing about. Of course I had seen his wolf form lounging outside of my bedroom window but never had I had the chance to see him up close, to run my fingertips through his soft fur. I was determined not to be scared of an important part of him, I was determined to show him that it didn't matter to me.

"Quil has more control than me," Paul said finally, the darkness was back in his eyes. Pressing my body closer to him I peered up at his torn expression from under my eyelashes, a look I had come to learn her could barely ever resist.

"But I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me," my voice was so soft that it was barely a whisper but it had conviction in it. As the words left my mouth I knew that they were true.

"Come on," Paul's voice was rough as he pulled me towards the motorbike. Around us the trees rustled in the breeze and I could hear waves hitting frantically off the cliffs. As I put the helmet he passed to me over my head I saw his smile returning slowly, his eyes were fixated on me.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I hissed, "Do I have something on my face."

Self consciously I slipped my arms inside of Paul's leather jacket, discreetly hugging the warmth to my body. Dropping my eyes to the ground I waited for Paul to tell me what to do, my stomach was in knots.

"Hey," Paul's voice was gruff as he tilted my head up to look up at him, "That biker gear suits you. You look sexy." A warm blush crept up the length of my neck before reaching my face. Paul smirked at my obvious discomfort as he casually got onto the bike. He thought I was sexy? Ha.

"What am I supposed to do?"

"Get on behind me and then hold on tight," Paul winked. Actually fucking winked. My palms were sweating as I awkwardly swung my leg over and got on the bike before securely putting my arms around Paul.

"You're going to have to hold on tighter than that," he laughed. A small scream left my mouth as the engine roared to life. Looking behind me I saw everyone standing at the kitchen window laughing at my expense. Karma was a bitch, I was going to teach them all that little lesson when I arrived back at the house, if I arrived back.

"Lets go." Sliding closer to Paul I squeezed my arms tight around his torso as the motorbike sprung to life. Closing my eyes I listened to Paul's 'whoop' of delight as he increased the speed. Wind battered against my face.

"Oh my god. Oh my god," I chanted under my breath. Forcing my eyes open I drunk in the forest passing us in a blur of green. I felt like I was going to vomit. Hiding my head in Paul's back I listened to the comforting sound of his breathing.

It was going to be a long ride.

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