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I still hadn't managed to calm my jumbled up thoughts. I was fidgeting around and tugging on the sleeves of my hoody as I rested against my head-board, my eyes fixed on the window opposite my bed. Ten minutes until he gets here. I've been looking forward to him coming since he left this morning but now I was kind of nervous. Nervous that, when Paul clambered through the window, I'd have a sudden rush of strong in-escapable feelings toward him and that he wouldn't return them.
Oh chill out, Jesus Christ. I rested my head in my hands and curled my knees up to lean my elbows on them. It won't change anything. I can keep it to myself, whatever I feel. My eye-lids felt heavy as my tired-ness from the day crashed down on me. I heard the window creaking open and my head shot up a grin spreading across my face as his feet touched the floor. He sent an impish smile back as he seemed to relax letting out a deep sigh.
"Hey." His voice was husky and low as he walked over to my bed and I patted the space beside me which he slumped down onto. His face was lit up for a second in the moonlight and my eyes widened at how blindingly attractive he was, even the light stubble covering his jaw was un-deniably sexy. His eyes were what pulled me in, those chocolate coloured mesmerizing eyes which were so kind looking.
"Hi." I noticed that his nose didn't wrinkle un-like practically everyone else's had the whole day. His back was leaning on the head-board just as mine was but his head was at least a foot higher than mine and I slumped onto my side hands still curled around my legs as I laid my head on his shoulder. His arms automatically curled around me and I closed my eyes listening to his steady breathing as his nose rested in my hair. I may like him a little more than average but it hadn't changed anything even when, four hours ago, Eva and I were discussing the 'L' word and seconds ago I had been fretting about the whole situation. It was relaxingly easy just lying next to him.
"I met some new friends today." I told him, my voice tired and un-locking my arms from around my knees to throw one around his waist I snuggled closer to him.
"Hmmm?" I looked up to see his eyes tightly shut and I frowned at the dark circles underneath his eyes. I reached up and gently brushed his eye-lids with my finger.
"You look so tired." I told him, disapproval in my voice. He hummed again as if agreeing with me and I leaned up to gently kiss his cheek. Quick as a flash his head moved to the side so that my lips touched his and I grinned into him. One of his hands moved to twist its fingers into my hair and he sighed into my mouth as I sucked on his bottom lip
. Instinctively I twisted around so I was more on-top of him than beside him and my leg hitched up slightly to wrap around one of his. He moaned gently as I rubbed my foot against his shin slightly, annoyed that I still had my socks on: wanting to feel his skin against mine, no matter how little the patch was. I could feel it getting a little heated and his hand went up from my waist slipping under my shirt and resting just below my breast. I shivered, my stomach twisted and I pressed myself closer to him twisting his shirt in my fist. As much as I wanted to stay the way we were, Paul slowly pulled away, softly pecking me on the lips before pressing his lips to my forehead, his breath laboured.
"You're going to be the death of me Bail's." He growled and I chuckled kissing his neck lightly before nuzzling myself back into the crook of his neck.
"Sleep." I murmured softly smiling and he held me tighter to his chest before shuffling a little and kicking his shoes off.
"Night Bail's." He whispered and I shivered, desire boiling up in me as his hot breath fanned over my face.
"Night." I sighed overjoyed to have my hot-water bottle of my boy-friend beside me as I pressed my cool feet onto his legs, warming them quickly. And that night I slept soundly, a soft smile always on my face.
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When I woke up it was still dark and the only light was coming from the moon outside. I stretched out trying to escape from the vice like grip which Paul had around my waist as I felt the sweat gathering on my forehead. We wasn't kidding, he really was weirdly hot. I struggled for a bit but he wouldn't move expect for when he shuffled a little his nose nuzzling against my hair.
I sighed, beginning to get frustrated as my hoody made me even warmer. Grabbing the bottom of my jacket I reached up pulling the material from underneath his arms and around my waist, until it dragged over my head. I threw the damn thing onto the floor and snuggled back into Paul, wishing for sleep again.
My throat began to itch and I coughed quietly hoping it would go away as soon as it came. I swallowed repeatedly but it refused to subside and it felt like a finger-nail clawing at the back of my throat. I grimaced at covered my throat with my hand in frustration.
"Paul." I croaked, trying to keep my voice down, scared to wake up anyone else in the house. He stirred slightly but decided to tighten his arms even more.
"Paul." I raised my voice and shook my hand which was on his chest, the fabric of his shirt still in my fist. He grumbled slightly and his face screwed up adorably. I chuckled but it changed mid course into a violent cough and his eyes shot open as I tried to stop the hacking coughs which felt like sandpaper running up and down my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and felt myself being swivelled around a warm hand running up and down my back hastily. I could hear Paul whispering into my ear as I tried to calm myself down, his eyes on me, concerned.
"I just need water." I managed to choke out a few seconds later, struggling to get out of Paul's lap, but he merely lifted me up and gently placed me back onto the mattress.
"I'll get it." He said stroking my cheek with his finger before pressing his lips to my forehead. "Two seconds." I was about to protest but as I sucked in a breath my throat tickled again and I coughed once more. He looked over his shoulder at me a frown over his wide eyes and his head turning from the door to me at least three times he reluctantly left the room, coming back not ten seconds later. I didn't question how quick he was-he'd probably gone to the bathroom-just desperate for the cool liquid which was already running down my throat after he handed me the glass.
"Thank you." I whispered after the glass had been drained, smiling gratefully up at him. His face smoothed out off the worry lines and taking the cup from my hands he placed it on the bedside table before pulling me over to him again. My cheek was pressed against his chest as I resumed listening to his steady heartbeat.
"You're welcome." He said softly as he brushed a few strands of hair away from my face. I sighed wrapping my arms tightly around him for the second time that night. "You're really...important to me Bail's. Real important." I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks and I couldn't help but hold onto him tighter.
"I guess you're important to me too." I smiled so hard that my jaw muscles were aching, hoping that he couldn't see. He pressed me closer to his chest with a deep sigh and I wound my foot around one of his legs wondering if I could get any happier.
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"Bail's. School's in an hour." I groaned, shrivelling my cheeks up and turning around to squash my face into the pillow. I heard his deep chuckle behind me and his warm hand came to rest on my shoulder. "Get ready." He ordered shaking me gently. I groaned again shifting around so that I was resting on my elbows, on my back. I turned to face Paul as his eyes widened, raking over my body. I blushed as I realised that my hoody was on the floor and the only thing covering the top of me was a slightly see-through vest-top which was riding up at the sides, exposing my belly. It didn't help that I was wearing a tiny pair of shorts either.
"Alright perve, go and look after Georgie." I chuckled, dragging the quilt over my body. His eyes snapped up to meet mine and he grinned sheepishly, a light red tinge appearing on his dark smooth skin. He leaned in and softly kissed me on the lips, yet again leaving me breathless.
"See you soon." He whispered huskily leaning his forehead against mine and I smiled up at him as he gently kissed me on the nose, a huge dorky grin appearing on his face as well. I watched as he leaped expertly out of the window and I slumped back onto the pillows after he disappeared, running a hand through my hair. I could have sung with how happy I was feeling, and trust me, no one wants to hear that. Wanting to go back to sleep so much but knowing that there was no point I got off the bed as quickly as possible, relishing in the fact that the quilts smelt like Paul. His attractive woodsy scent was on tap now. I chuckled to myself and made my way to the bathroom.
I came out ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around me and my wet hair hung down my back. I'd already put on my natural looking make-up and I searched through my wardrobe hoping to find something decent. I dragged out a simple light pink dress and my favourite leather jacket and after putting on some underwear, I slipped them on. (Link to pictures on profile) The stupidly huge grin on my face was still stuck there as I bounded down stairs following the mouth-watering smell of sausages.
"There you are. Thought I was going to have to wake you up." Mum's voice floated toward me and Max skipped around the corner brushing past me and nudging my hand with his wet nose.
"Morning." I sang giving her a kiss on the cheek and ruffling Josh's hair as he sat reading the paper.
"Oi." He protested a mouth full of bread and I giggled before plopping myself down on the seat next to him. Max curled around my feet, settling himself on the wooden floor.
"Here you go." Mum said placing a full plate of eggs, bacon and sausages in-front of me.
"Mmmmm, thanks." I grinned up at her. The plateful of food was practically demolished in less than two minutes just after Dakota walked in and scoffed hers down too. We both walked out of the door, bags in hand and slip on trainers on feet before splitting at the porch and jumping into our own cars. I beeped my horn and flashed her a smile before pulling out of the drive-way cutting her off and screeching down the road. HA, I win.
I arrived at school on time thanks to practically rocketing down the road at a speed which was probably, illegal. I spotted Paul's precious car next to the building and saw him, in all his godliness, leaning against it. I pulled into the spot next to him and as he recognized the car and the person sitting inside it, his thoughtful look turned into a huge grin which I gladly returned.
"Hey there." He called pulling my door open as I pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"Hi." I replied softly. He took my hand in his and helped me step out of the car, the lack of space meaning that our bodies were pressed together in a position more inclined for privacy. He smirked down at me and rising up on my tip-toes I kissed his lips softly, pulling back and grinning mischievously he frowned a little and leaned down to kiss me again but I stepped to the side avoiding his lips. He pouted a little and as much as I wanted to kiss those beautifully looking lips I raised an eye-brow.
"As much as I'd love to kiss you Casanova, I feeling don't fancy being the talk of the car-lot." He eyes glanced over my shoulder and obviously focusing on the gaggling group of girls behind me.
"Oh." He seemed to understand what I was talking about and winking he grabbed my bag out of the back seat before slamming the door behind us and throwing an arm around my shoulders. "I get it."
"Uh huh." I nodded linking one of my fingers through his belt loop, my arm around his waist.
"You still on for tonight?" He asked his head moving around as he scanned the crowd. I looked up at him and nudged his side with my shoulder until his eyes met mine.
"Yes." I replied simply a smile on my face. He grinned back and gave my arm a squeeze, snuggling me closer to his side.
"You've got English now right?" He gently pressed his lips to my hair and I shivered and nodded slightly as he pushed our way through the doors. It was hard to care about anyone else when I was with Paul but you would have to be down-right blind to not notice the hard glares I was getting.
"Bitch." I hissed quietly trying not to let Paul hear as we walked past a red-faced Jenny. She was grimacing slightly and her arms were crossed over her chest as Paul's head shot down to mine.
"What?" He seemed quite surprised and he frowned a little. I just smiled..again.
"Nothing." I reassured and he shrugged slightly carrying on down the hallway with me still under his arm. I kept my eyes on his face as he grinned down the long room, his chiselled jaw completely relaxed. I groaned as he directed me toward the math room.
"Can we just...skip and go to the beach?" I asked biting on my lip hopefully.
"Ermm, I guess we could but I don't really know how." He looked down at me confused and I giggled.
"You idiot." His eyes flashed in understanding and he tried to hold in a grin.
"No, I knew that." He smirked looking through the glass porthole in the wooden door.
"Well...can we?" I was still a little hopeful but I knew that I needed to go to my lesson. We were doing algebra today and I could do with a little help.
"If you don't go to this lesson you could fail the exams and then you wouldn't be able to go to the university you want to go to and then you wouldn't be able to get a good job and then you could end up being...a tramp." He finished in a hushed tone as if not wanting to jinx it.
"How many times to I have to tell you about exaggerations?" I grinned leaning in closer to him for a kiss.
"They are not exaggerations." He chuckled his voice low and probably unconsciously seductive. He leaned down so that his forehead was resting on mine and I cupped his cheeks in my palms, his arms wrapping around my waist. His pillow soft lips pushed down onto mine and I sighed into his mouth, thankful for the contact. One of my hands moved from his face and into his hair, tangling the soft tendrils around my fingers. I felt Paul move a little to the left seemingly as if he were forced to and as he pulled away and I opened my eyes we both turned to a pouting Jenny, her gaze fixed on the door as she opened it and walked inside.
"Told you she was a bitch." I muttered.
"You going to be alright?" He asked his deep dark eyes gazing into mine, successfully rendering me in-coherent.
"Mmm." I nodded knowing that if I tried to string a sentence together it would come out in a jumbled mess. He softly kissed my cheek and removing his arms from my waist, he walked backward slowly his eyes still on mine and a dopey grin on his face. I could tell that he was mirroring mine and with a little wave I turned around to face my doom. Maths.
"Look what the cat dragged in." I heard Jenny announced as I walked toward my desk. I smirked at her as I slumped my bag onto the table before sliding into my seat.
"Jealous much?" Her face turned into one of disgust and repulsion before she flicked her hair behind her shoulders and sat herself down at the front. Well, that was pretty fun.