Thanks everyone for your support and love. Back at work now so hopefully that will motivate me to write more. Obviously, I do not own the characters or story lines, taken from the books. That right belongs to the amazing Stephanie Meyer. Here goes ….
He looked at me expectantly, I didn't know where to start. I fiddled with my beer until I felt his hand on my arm. "Start small ok, tell me about your family" he offered. I nodded with a small smile "I guess I can do that" I said. "Well, my mom is married to my step dad Phil. He is a minor league baseball player. He travelled a lot when I was younger, and mom stayed with me. I knew she missed him, so to make it easier on my mom I decided to go live with my dad. They split up when I was little, and I hadn't seen him in years. I knew mom wanted to spend time with Phil but didn't want to leave me so, I made the decision. Dad is someone you might know, actually" I said. He looked at me confused.
"His name is Charlie, he is a police chief. Last name Swan" I clarified. He looked thoughtful for a second before a light bulb seem to click. He looked at me in surprise "you mean Chief Swan from Forks?" he asked. I smiled and nodded "yep, that's my dad" I confirmed. "You mean you lived in Forks for a time? Did we meet? Please say no, it will be mortifying if I knew you then and can't remember meeting you now" he pleaded. I started laughing, his face was a picture. "No, we never met I went to school in Forks and when I wasn't at school I stayed at home. Dad tried to get me to go out, but I didn't really have any friends. Until …" I stopped as I realised where I was headed.
Paul saw my hesitation "until … what?" he asked. I closed my eyes as my heart rate increased. I could feel myself starting to panic. Paul must have sensed this he grabbed my hands and told me to breathe and focus on the feeling of my hands in his. I tried to do exactly that. It took some time, but I eventually managed to get my breathing under control. When I eventually opened my eyes, I expected to see him looking at me like I was a freak or something. Instead though he looked concerned.
"Is that better?" he asked, I nodded and quickly removed my hands from his and stood up. "I'm sorry, I have to go" I said. I made a beeline for the door, but Paul stopped me. "Hey, hey, hey wait a minute. It's ok, you don't have to leave" he said. I was only a few steps away from the door. I had my back to him, his hold on my arm wasn't so strong that I couldn't get away. "I should go" I said again. He let go of my arm I instantly missed the contact "I understand if you want to go…" he moved in front me. He started to walk backwards, back into the kitchen with a smirk on his face. "… But it you stay you will get to taste the best thing in the world" he said cryptically.
I smiled at his attempt to keep me here and I will admit I was tempted. I slowly followed him into his kitchen. He stood smiling at me in front of his fridge. I raised my eyebrow at him "ok, you have me a little curious" I said. He laughed, as he turned, opened the fridge and picked something up. He turned back around to look at me with a small chocolate cake. He held it up like it was made of gold. His mouth set in a smug line. I laughed "impressive". He placed it down on the table and collected two forks and placed them down on either side of the cake. He gestured for me to sit down. "you want us to eat the full thing?" I asked as I sat down.
He nodded enthusiastically with a great big smile on his face. It made him seem like a child in that moment. He picked up his fork and scooped a large bit of cake and happily shovelled it into his mouth. I laughed and picked up my fork. "mmm this is good, did you make it yourself?" I asked. He smiled "well I wish I could say yes. I wanted to impress you with my cooking skills since you made those buns, which was amazing by the way. However, I attempted to bake a cake and it was honestly a complete disaster. I have no idea how I burnt it whilst the middle was uncooked. Luckily one of the women from my village made me a cake as a leaving present. I was always popping to her house in hopes she had done some baking. She started making something every day, since I was there every day. She is one of THE best bakers I know, her cakes are amazing". I laughed as he took another bite. I took a bite and he looked at me expectantly. I will admit it was good, great even, but I know I can do one better.
"Well?" he asked. I nodded "it's good" I said. He smiled "just good?" he asked me. I nodded as I took another bite. He laughed "don't tell me you can make one better" he said. I smiled at him knowingly. He smirked at me "well, I guess you will have to bake me a cake to prove it". I shrugged my shoulders at him as he laughed. We finished the cake and sat talking about everything and anything from our jobs to things we liked to do and more. I haven't just chatted to anyone in such a long time. I thought I would be rusty and it would be filled with awkward silences, but he made it so easy. After a while, I looked at the clock and sighed. "I should really get going" I said as I stood up. "Why?" he asked as he followed me back towards the front door. "Well, it's almost midnight" I said with a chuckle. He looked at his watch "oh yeah" he said. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he must have changed his mind. "I had a good night" I said, "thanks for inviting me". I didn't know what else to say. He took a step closer "thanks for coming" he said. His face was inches from mine, images of what I had thought about in the garden yesterday flashed through my mind. I looked down at his lips for a moment and that's all the encouragement he needed. He crashed his lips onto mine and pushed up against the wall. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I felt his tongue asking for entrance, I opened my mouth and succumb to the intensity of his kiss.
His hands roamed over my body and I lost myself to the feeling. This boy knew how to kiss, I didn't want it to end. He pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. I moaned at the loss of contact. We both struggled to catch our breath. "As much as I want this to continue, I promised you we were just gonna talk" he said with a chuckle. I laughed as I tilted my head back. "Yeah you did" I said as he stepped back releasing me. I felt a cold rush of air which helped clear my head. He looked as if he was having a hard time catching his breath. I looked down and noticed a bulge in his pants. A part of me was very pleased with his reaction. "You should go" he said, my face fell a little "oh ok" I said. I turned to open the door and he stopped me. "I only said that, because if you stay for one more minute I will pick you up and carry up upstairs, and not let you leave until morning" he explained. I could feel a blush raising up my neck.
He turned me around and kissed me one more time before I stepped outside. "Goodnight Bella, I'll see you in the morning yeah?" he asked as he watched me walk back home. When I got to my door I turned and smiled at him "goodnight Paul" I said before stepping inside. I lent against my door and groaned 'what did I just do?' I thought to myself. I quickly went upstairs before I changed my mind. A bigger part of me wanted me to run back to his house and let him carry me upstairs. Even though I really wanted him too another part of me started panicking. I tried not to think about that part as I got into bed and tried to sleep.
I dreamed of a tall tanned man writhing above me covered in sweat, moaning as he sent shockwaves of pleasure through me. I moaned and gripped him tight, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down. His face, previously in darkness, came into view. Instead of seeing Paul's face Edwards face came down with a smirk. I woke up with a scream, my heart was racing. My arms scanned my room expecting to see him. Eventually my heart started to calm down. I rubbed my hands over my face. My body shook from the image of my ex. I got up and decided to go downstairs. I was making myself a cup of warm milk when I heard a knock on my door. My heart went into overdrive. Who was knocking at my door at this time of night? The knock came again, and I was frozen to the spot. 'Who could it be?' I thought to myself.
I hope this made up for the lateness in updating and leaves you with a curious state of mind. Should it be Paul, Edward or someone else at the door. Let me know.