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A/N: So this will be the last chapter in a while. Things have been pretty hard lately, and it resulted into PTSD. For the people who don't know what that is -doubt it though- it's Post traumatic stress disorder. I personally never realized that it went that far, I'm not so sure whether it'll affect me in person that much because apparently I haven been living with the symptoms a long time. Anyway, some exams are coming up as well, I have such a strange school, and that will be taking a lot of time. In a month I'm going on a trip, so I'll be gone for another two weeks. So, this is the last chapter for a month or so. After that, I'll try to update as soon as possible. I hope you guys won't desert this story because of my absence. I have no intentions of leaving this story, dont worry about that. I love Paul and Julie too much. But things are just a bit too overwhelming. Anyway, enjoy:
He Could've Bowed Out Gracefully
Time went by smoothly. The end of the school year was coming closer and closer and I was excited for the summer to come. Although it did mean that I had to move to Washington when the summer was over. And that meant that I would be leaving Paul. And that meant that both of us wouldn't be together for a long time, I wasn't so sure if I could handle that. But I couldn't just give up on my dream like that either. But when somehow Paul found out, well let's say his reaction wasn't as happy as I thought it would've been.
And we were so happy engaged into something I loved doing with him before.
Kissing.
"Jules."
"Hmm?" I opened my eyes just to see Paul peer at me quietly. He did that a lot. Stare I mean. He would do that and things would get awkward on my side which would result in to mirth to him. Neither sounded amusing to me though.
"What?" I snapped. "You're so bursting my bubble here." I complained as Paul moved away from me. I was feeling so blissful just a second ago when his heat got a bit too much to bear and he had to pull away. I was started to cool down again.
Paul laughed as he plopped down next to me. We were still fully clothed. I sorta hated that. Can you blame me though? My boyfriend is super hot, in looks and temperature and here we are. All home alone. Compromising position and all and he backed out on me. Just because I'm slightly unconscious didn't mean I wanted him to stop.
Okay, unreasonable here.
"You can go on, you know." I persisted, trying to be subtle and I looked at him with a hopeful smile. Paul rolled his eyes.
"We're not going to get anywhere if you keep fainting on me." Paul pointed out and I scowled.
"It's not like I'm doing it on purpose, you're just too hot." I complained and I looked at the ceiling of my room when suddenly I got an idea. Of course!
My fan!
I jumped off my bed and switched on the fan; I practically ran back to Paul and lay myself across his stomach as a breeze filled my room. I checked the door and I knew it was safely closed, keeping unwelcome foes away. The blinds were shut as well but light was still shining through it all. But at least we were safe from people outside. I grinned loftily at Paul and he smirked back flipping me on my back immediately, hovering above me.
So this was it.
His lips attached themselves to mine and we moved gracefully as he explored my body. For the millionth time, he said he never got bored of it. I believed him since the feeling was mutual on my side. I was eagerly tugging at the hem of my shirt and he pulled away so I could discard the troubling piece of clothing.
"Eager aren't we?" Paul teased.
"Shut up." I pulled him by his collar close again and he grunted when I caught him off guard. The way his body hovered above mine, his weight pressing into me felt so good. I wondered if it felt good for him as well. I mentally reminded myself to ask him.
My thoughts were cut off when we discarded his shirt and both of us were upright in my bed. Me straddling his hips and our lips moving in a rhythm that made butterflies explode in my stomach. I was holding on to his shoulders while his hands moved to my bra strap. Before I knew it he had pushed me down again and he was on top of me again. This time I could feel his excitement on my leg and I didn't mind at all arching my back into his stomach. He growled in my mouth and I moaned at the same time.
His mouth pulled away from mine and he trailed kisses down my throat to my collar bone. From there his mouth laid a trail down to the swell of my breasts. I realized I was slightly tense and I felt his hand rub my side in a calming manner. He felt it and he was trying to ease me into it. It calmed me down, a bit.
I'll be honest, the thought of sleeping with Paul was exciting and it had been playing on my mind for quite a long time and I had figured out I was ready but I was still slightly scared. Since I was still a virgin and Paul wasn't. He knew what he was doing, I wasn't. I just hope it didn't burst his bubble. I hoped he didn't have any expectations. I wasn't sure what to expect.
I remember Kim telling me that it was the best feeling ever. Summer told me that the first time was always awkward. Emily told me that with werewolves it was very passionate which meant I should always be prepared. Which I was. I think.
My stomach clenched and I bit my lip to keep a moan inside as suddenly Paul suddenly went down my stomach. His lips were marking me, biting, licking pleasantly, I had the sudden urge to buck my hips but his hands kept me down. He moved to the button of my jeans and before I knew it my jeans were undone and he was pushing them down my legs before discarding them on the floor with the rest of our clothes. He pulled me up by my arm and I wrapped them around his neck as he bit down on my lobe. I hissed and dug my nails into his back.
My hands moved to his jeans, shaking slightly. Before I comprehended what I exactly did he was out of his jeans. Both of us just dressed in our underwear. Everything felt so much more intense now.
Here we are. Staring at each other, with nothing separating us besides a few thin pieces of clothes. Both of us were breathing loudly, his chest almost touching mine even though we weren't that close anyway. He looked at me with question in his eyes. His hands grabbed mine hands and suddenly I felt cold. Even though I had Paul to warm me up.
"We can stop if you want to." I bit my lip. Did I really want that?
I mean, how many times haven't I dreamt about this? Too many times. Now it was here and I was thinking about backing out. I knew that if the moment was there we would be constantly backing out and with me things were always slightly overanalyzed. I shook my head.
"I'm fine." I told him. My breath was shaky but firm nonetheless. Or at least the message was. Paul nodded and he let go of my hands pressing his lips to my shoulder before pulling down the strap of my bra. It seemed innocent though I knew his intentions were everything but innocent. Nor were mine.
I was ready now.
His hands played with the clasp of my bra and before I knew it he had it figured out and it snapped open. He didn't pull it off me immediately, as expected, in stead he stared at me, waiting for consent. I took my own initiative and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. I avoided his eyes feeling the nerves catch up with me as they hit me full force. Suddenly things seemed so much scarier than before.
"Uhh Paul?" I murmured. He pulled away a bit. "You know when I said that I was ready and I am, really, really am but. Like. Did you plan this? I mean. We did, right?" Oh God I was rambling. Paul looked at me with uncertainty in his eyes and I realized I was breathing a bit too loudly.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Paul urged. I nodded eagerly.
"Yeah, yeah. Like we can totally do this. Uhu." I nodded. I pulled him in for a kiss again and I felt nervous butterflies swim in stomach making me dizzy.
"Paul, is it gonna hurt?" I blurted out pulling away again. I heard him sigh and he put some distance between us. "Like, do you know if it hurts?"
"Did I hurt you?" He asked. I shook my head.
"No, I was just wondering. Is this going to hurt, I heard girls say it hurts. But I don't know because I haven't done this before and since you have, I figured…you might know." I trailed off. I looked at him. He ran his hand through his hair and I saw him think.
"Well, I don't know. I'm not really a girl." He responded and I rolled my eyes.
"I know you're not a girl. But did your previous uhh 'happenings' complain about pain?" I looked at him with nervous eyes. Gosh my nerves were through the roof. Like on the height where you get dizzy. I was that. I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Julie, we don't have to do this. I still love you. I don't want to pressurize you." He said. And suddenly everything came in perspective. I was going to be scared anyway. But I had Paul to guide me through it. It was alright.
"I love you too." And just like that I gave him my consent.
I felt Paul's lips on me and I replied with a kiss. This kiss was tender and soothing as his hands were rubbing up and down my back before settling on my sides moving upwards. Shivers went down my spine and I realized I was shaking slightly. Paul pulled away again, sensing the issue.
"It's alright." He murmured against my lips. "Don't think, just feel."
I took him on that advice and I wrapped my arms around his neck, we fell back on my bed our lips moving in synchronize, I was much more enthusiastic now and slightly nervous in anticipation. But Paul was here, and that was more than enough. His hands roamed up my sides, teasing the sides of my breasts. His hands were teasing in all the right places actually. I arched my back into him as his lips settled on my collar bone when suddenly I heard a door slam.
Shit!
Both us stopped our movements staring at each other in shock when suddenly he snapped me out of it. We pulled away from each other grabbing our clothes from the ground, putting it on as quickly as we could. I looked at Paul from the corner of my eyes as he shrugged on his shirt. He was already done and I had just pulled up my jeans. I glared at him for his speed.
"Crap, crap, crap." I murmured as I pulled over my shirt and smoothed down my clothes and hair, trying to appear normal whereas I felt on edge and slightly erratic.
The door opened and I was glad that mum only saw Paul sit behind my laptop as I was on the floor with my sketchbook opened. She smiled seeing Paul and greeted him.
"Hello Dena."
"I didn't know you guys were here." My mother said as she looked at me with a curious expression. Well that was because you weren't supposed to find out!
"Really?" I feigned innocence. "I thought I told you this morning."
"No you didn't."
"Oh, too bad." I murmured as I focused my eyes on my sketchbook. I hoped she didn't see that both of us were a bit too frazzled than normal. She didn't however, thinking I was the innocent virginal daughter.
"Paul honey, do you want to stay for dinner?" My mother asked.
"Sure, that'd be nice." Paul responded and he flashed me a cheeky grin. I smiled back at him.
"That's good. I'll be downstairs." My mother said as she turned around and both of us heard her descend the stairs. I looked at Paul letting out a sigh.
"That was close!"
"You're telling me." Paul said sounding slightly uncomfortable. I realized his problem, I couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm sorry." I said. "Is it really bad?"
"Nothing I can handle." His voice sounding strained. I sighed and I got up wrapping my arms around his shoulders from the back pecking the top of his head.
"You are so cute." Paul grimaced pulling away.
"I'm not cute." He said firmly. I laughed tapping his nose.
"You are." I reminded him as I settled myself in his lap. His arms were around my stomach and I was smiling feeling smug.
"You are cute." Paul responded, his voice was gruff and I just loved the faces he was making. Going from disgust to unbelief and affectionate. He couldn't seem to make up his mind.
"Not as cute as Kim." I said knowing that it was true.
"Trust me, you're cuter than Kim." Paul said and I frowned. "Really! Everyone thinks so. You're the one with the chubby cheeks." My hands moved to my face and Paul laughed. I shook my head.
"You're the one with the bambi eyes." He continued and I rolled my eyes mumbling that it wasn't true.
"Summer has gorgeous eyes." I said, interrupting him. Paul nodded thoughtfully. Who couldn't agree to that? Summer had the prettiest eyes on the rez. They were emerald green and not that common in our tribe.
"True." He said and he kissed my nose. "I still prefer yours."
"That's because I'm your imprint." I reminded him. He shrugged and he rested his chin on my shoulder.
So maybe we didn't get as close as thought, we had plenty of time. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? Or at least, not right now and I was fine with that. Suddenly Paul pushed me out of his lap and he reached for an envelope that I had hidden beneath a stack of paper. That paper was sprawled all over my desk now and the envelope was out in the open. My heart stopped and I stiffened looking at it. Paul looked at me curiously and I moved to take it away from him but he got up quicker and before I knew it he was reading the letter inside it.
"You never told me you got accepted to the Academy of Art." I shrugged feeling slightly guilty.
"We were apart when I got that letter." I confessed. "After that, I sorta forgot about it."
"You forgot?" Paul sounded like he didn't believe me. Hell I didn't blame him. I wouldn't believe myself if I were in Paul's shoes.
"It didn't cross my mind."
"That's a lame excuse Jules. How can you forget to mention that you got into the University you've been dreaming about for the past few years?" When you put it like that…
"I'm sorry." I apologized looking at Paul as I moved closer. "It wasn't my intention, I just…" I trailed off pathetically. "Are you angry?"
"No, just…" Paul trailed off and a flash of hurt seem to cross his eyes. The guilt intensified.
"I didn't mean to keep you out of it. I just didn't think of it anymore." I tried to ease all of it but it didn't work. Paul opened his mouth to reply but the shrill ring of his cell phone cut us off. He stared at me for a split second before he pulled out his phone.
"Yeah?" I blanked out afterwards. There wasn't a worse feeling than what I was feeling right now. I really didn't mean to keep him out of this, it wasn't intentional, I just forgot about it because I was more focused on my misery revolving around Paul. This just seemed so insignificant, whereas it wasn't. Not all. It just paled in comparison to the importance of Paul. He was such a big part of my life now that college seemed so far away.
It wasn't though. We only had a month left before we had our exams and after that the summer would be here and all of us would be going to college.
"I have to go." Paul exclaimed and he turned around. I stood there, deciphering everything for a split second when I ran behind him. I heard him tell my mother he had to go and he couldn't make it to dinner. Was he just going to leave?
"Paul!" I yelled as I jumped down the last step running to the kitchen. Both he and my mother looked at me slightly startled. I guess I was being a bit too overdramatic. I glared at Paul though. He sighed and moved to me pecking me on my mouth. My mother turned around giving us space.
"We'll talk later." He promised in a hushed whisper. I felt tears burn and I tried keeping them in.
"Okay." I croaked and he let me go.
"Bye Dena." He waved and my mother smiled brightly.
"Bye sweetheart." I sighed as Paul closed the door behind him. I could hear the engine of his car and I plopped down on one of the chairs in the kitchen. I could feel my mother observe me. She wasn't stupid. She could put two and two together.
"Is everything alright?"
No.
"Yeah. Of course." My mother nodded thoughtfully as she turned to the refrigerator. I wasn't happy right now, things were going so well and now things were starting to go back to the way they were. Irrational. I huffed in annoyance.
So what I didn't tell him? Is that such a bad thing? He knows now, right? It's not like I would wait till the summer would be here and than I'd announce that I was leaving for College.
But that was the plan and another wave of guilt poured over me.
"Are you alright honey? You seem distraught." Yeah, that's the word, distraught.
"Fine." I mumbled.
"Alright then. I have to go to the grocery store to get some errands, I'll be right back. Do you need something?" My mother asked me as she wiped her hands on a towel.
"Uhh, why don't you let me go? I need the fresh air." I proposed and she nodded as she moved to her purse.
"That would be lovely dear." She said and she handed me a fifty dollar bill.
"Make sure to get some…" She named the things she needed and I added up my personal things to it.
"Alright, I'll be back as soon as possible."
"Take your time." I put on my shoes and grabbed my coat and my car keys. This time there was gas.
As I started the engine and drove to the ten minute drive to the La Push grocery store I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. I focused on the job and parked my car before I got out and moved to the store. It wasn't a really big store, but they had the necessities and that was more than enough. I grabbed the things my mother needed and than some more.
All in all I was done in twenty minutes. As I paid for the groceries and packed them in two paper bags I suddenly felt two eyes on me. I turned around, my eyes scanning the space. I didn't see someone. Just the old lady smiling at me brightly. I smiled back and waved before I carried the bags to my car.
I had just put them in the car and was closing the door when my keys fell on the floor. I moved to pick them up when suddenly a force halted me halfway. I felt my back being slammed into the car door and I gasped for breath, my lungs emptying themselves from oxygen. I looked wide eyed at the person when he put his hand on my mouth.
"There will be no screaming." He told me. He sounded so sober. "Understood?"
A flash of fear went through me and I felt my knees shake in the effort to keep standing. I nodded for safety's sake and he dropped his hand before he stepped closer pinning me against the car with his body. He didn't feel good, let me tell you that. It felt wrong, forced. Not the way it was supposed to feel. His hands trailed down my shoulders down to my hips where he gripped them hard. I gasped out loud.
"Remember what I told you?" He suddenly asked. Confusion ran through my mind and I knew it reflected on my face. He saw the hesitation and suddenly his dark eyes hardened with a glint of something I couldn't decipher. A shiver went down my spine as she suddenly pressed his body closer to mine. I whimpered and moved my face to the side as I felt his damp breath on the skin beneath my ear. His hands were really gripping me hard. I tried to move against his grip but I immediately wished I didn't. His hands suddenly gripped my shoulders painfully and he slammed me against my own car.
Stars danced in my vision and panic blinded me briefly. Of course this had to happen when I was alone and 'vulnerable'. Tears started to burn in my eyes and before I knew it they spilled over, staining my cheeks.
"What do you want?" I said. My voice shaky.
"Do you have any idea in how much trouble you got me?" What the hell was he talking about? I didn't do anything. I avoided him, after Paul attacked him I hadn't even thought about him.
"Because of your boyfriend" Dante spat. "the case is getting reopened. They're re-evaluating." I gasped and he pressed his forehead against mine. He was so darn close that I couldn't breathe. I didn't like the way his body pressed against mine, far too intimate but the worst part was that no one would notice anything.
"Apparently he had talked to Lily and she decided to try again. I'm being sued. Again. And it's all your fault." His voice was so hard and menacing that it thought it might bruise me, if his hands hadn't done the trick.
"Why are you telling me this?" I sobbed. I wish I didn't know that Paul had done this. I assumed when he told me that it was a cover up for the fact he was lying to me about him being a werewolf. I hadn't thought that it could've been true. After all, why would he do such a thing?
"Because I promised you something. I'm planning to follow through." Fear flooded me. He wasn't kidding. Oh dear, he wasn't. As his mouth moved closer to mine I started to trash my arms hitting him everywhere I could.
It didn't do anything though. As his mouth pressed to mine his hands roamed freely. I tried pulling away but his wet mouth bit on my lip and pried open my mouth. His disgusting tongue was everywhere as his hands pushed against my backside, feeling his arousal on my inner thigh.
I was so blinded by fear and panic it took me a while to react but even then it was futile. I tried raising my knee so I could hit him somewhere sensitive but his other hand intercepted my knees and with that he pushed me to harder against the car. Tears were running down my cheeks. This wasn't what I had expected, not something I wanted to be confronted with. A flash of courage surged through me and in a desperate attempt I raised my hands and dug my nails on his face. He screeched and moved away and I quickly raised my knee, this time kneeing him in the crotch. A moan of pain escaped his lips and I bended forward grabbing my keys before I moved inside my car. I slammed the door and started the engine with shaky hands. I was gone in less than a minute.
I was gasping, breathing for air as I drove above the speed limit. But I could care less. I was more focused on getting out of here. I was terrified, disgusted, nauseated and pretty much befuddled. So overwhelmed with the heightened rush of emotions I was afraid I would hit a tree or something. I wanted to go to Paul but than decided against it.
He would blow this way out of proportion. He would fight with him and I could risk getting him hurt or suspended, or worse. He could get sued for assault. Another wave of panic went through me and I lost control of the wheel for a split second, making a strange U turn.
Telling Paul was out of the question.
I was on my own now. I glanced in the mirror and suddenly reality hit me. Dante was planning to do the same thing to me as he did to Lily. And this was only the first try. I screamed and stepped on the brakes opening the door as I emptied the contents of my stomach on the road.
This wasn't over.
^*^
As I pulled out my key out of the ignition I felt drained. I had calmed down a lot and was able to think rationally but there was still a surge of panic going through me when sudden movements were made. I don't want to know how many times I almost drove into a tree. I exhaled shakily and stepped out of the car shutting the door gently when a warm hand settled itself on my shoulder. I screamed.
"Jesus Christ! Julie!" I stopped abruptly turning around just to see Seth stand behind me in his sweatpants and simple blue shirt. "What the hell?" I stared at him for a split second but something churned in my stomach.
"I think I'm going to be sick." I murmured and Seth looked at me with concern in his eyes when he suddenly hauled me up in his arms, moving to the nearest bush. A bile rose in my throat and I emptied my stomach, or at least, what was left in it. Seth kept rubbing my back as he held back my hair.
I dry heaved a few times before I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. God, my mouth tasted horribly. I leaned back against Seth and he kept a firm grip on me, still rubbing my back soothingly.
"Are you alright?" I shook my head. "You don't look so good either. God, you're pale." I wiped away strands of my hair with shaky hands.
"What's going on here?" My mother appeared in view and I looked at her wide eyed. How could I have forgotten about her?
"I think she's sick. She just threw up." Seth clarified and my mother put her hand on my forehead looking worried.
"She's burning up." She exclaimed and I tried to pull away but my legs were wobbly and I almost fell down. Seth suddenly picked me up in his arms and I didn't complain as he brought me inside the house.
"Let's get her upstairs." My mother ordered Seth and he ascended the stairs with me in his arms. He laid me on the bed and sat down on the edge holding my hand. I tried to get upright but my mother scolded me.
"Stay still Julie." I sighed and put my head on my pillow.
"I'm alright, I just got nauseous." I clarified but it felt like no one was listening.
"Maybe it's the stomach flu?" Seth proposed and my mother frowned.
"I severely hope not." I shivered pulling the blanket over me.
"I'm alright; can I just go to bed?" I asked and both my mother and Seth looked at me with hesitation written all over their face.
"Alright. I'll be back soon sweetheart." I nodded. Seth pecked me on the forehead and walked behind my mother as she dimmed the lights and left the door open. It looked like she was coming back soon.
I sighed feeling tears engulf me and I shut my eyes, trying to stem the flow. I took a shuddering breath. Please let it end now.
Please.
^*^
I didn't sleep that night. My mother came in every few hours to check on me only to find me reading a book. She was worried, that I knew. Her round eyes always stood with concern when she saw me and she even proposed to call Paul to cheer me up. I asked her not to. He would know that something was wrong in a split second. I rather avoid that.
"Julie honey, maybe you should try to eat something." I shook my head. I hadn't eaten anything since I got back home yesterday. I didn't go to school today either. Paul called a few times but I didn't pick up. He left a few dozen messages which annoyed me; if he was so worried he could've come over, right?
But then I would have to see him and I still wanted some time to think things through. I was still feeling like I was in this surreal bubble. When Paul would come he would drag me from this bubble. Which meant I was exposed again. Which meant, I had to tell him. I preferred staying in that bubble.
When I went to bed that night it took me four hours before I finally succumbed to some sleep. I woke up a half an hour later in tears anyway. I wasn't sure how to react. I knew what I was feeling. I was feeling drained, tired, scared, shaky, like someone was watching me constantly and I couldn't do anything. I kept hearing things I couldn't see and it made me question if it was real in the first place.
"Don't scream." I felt a hand close my mouth and my eyes widened. I clutched the arm, digging my nails into it. I couldn't believe it, he was back so soon? Here? My parents were in the same house! Panic rose in my throat, tears jumping in my eyes.
"Julie, calm down it's me." I fell back against Paul's chest as I recognized his voice. He lifted his hand and he appeared in view. My bottom lip was trembling and I knew that tears were shining in my eyes. He looked wind up. Like he ran all the way. I looked at my door and got up closing and locking it immediately when I moved to the window. I shut the blinds and turned on every light I had in my room.
"Julie?" I ignored Paul and moved to the bathroom door. I had a little window there and even though it was practically impossible to get in the house that way, I still wanted to make sure it was closed. I locked the bathroom door from the outside as well, thinking it might be safer that way. Paul just sat on the bed, observing me quietly.
When I was finally done he pulled me in his lap. I collapsed against his chest thankfully and he swung my legs on either side of him so I would be straddling him. His hand was rubbing circles on my back and I nestled my face in the crook of his neck.
"You alright now?" I nodded. Now I was alright.
"Can you tell me what all of that just was?" He was being frighteningly patient. Too much.
"You scared me." I admitted half willingly.
"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to." I nodded and closed my eyes, taking a deep gulp of air. His hand went down the length of my hair, rubbing my neck.
"How are you feeling now? I saw what happened." I frowned. He saw.
He saw.
"How?" I choked.
"Well, Seth phased afterwards and I saw it in his head. You gave that pup quite a scare." I sighed, exhaling loudly.
"What do you think I was talking about?" Paul asked, sensing that something wasn't right. I shrugged.
"I don't know."
"Julie?" Paul brought out. "If you keep things from me… You're making this difficult for me." Paul continued.
"I'm tired; can we do this tomorrow morning?" Paul sighed he hesitated before finally letting down his guard.
"Sure, let's get some sleep." He agreed and as I crawled back to bed he laid down next to me.
"You're staying right?" Paul nodded.
"Sure." He pecked me quickly on the lips. "You need the sleep anyways. You don't look so good."
"Thanks." I mumbled sourly. He chuckled lowly.
"Don't mention it." I was too tired to hit him, besides I would've only hurt myself if I would hit him.
I liked the fact his arms were wrapped around my waist firmly. The fact that he was pulling me so close made a bit of the fear disappear. It was still there, but now I was able to sleep. Or at least, without waking up every five minutes. I sighed and buried my face in the crook of his neck, pecking him gently before resting my head there.
"I'm not angry." Paul spoke up. I frowned. "I was just hurt that you didn't tell me. But I understand now."
"Thanks."
"Anytime." He murmured and I shivered when I felt his breath on my neck.
"Paul."
"Hmm?"
"Nothing."
A/N: Please review, and I'm sorry that Jules is so angsty, but we knew that Dante wasn't going to let her go that easily. Right?
P.S: I'm upping the rating to M. :)