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Rekindled
Summary: Five years after graduating and going back to New York, Suze comes back to Carmel-by-the-Sea for her Ten Year High School Reunion. While there, who should she bump into but Paul? Her feelings for him aside, Paul's attraction to Suze have suddenly been rekindled. Can he make her feel the same way before she goes back to New York? Or will she walk out of his life forever?
Chapter 5: Beautiful Goodbye
"Goddamn, Suze," Paul said jumping out of the bed. "What the hell is the matter with you?"
I got out of the bed too, but I had a sheet wrapped around me. "What did we… did you and I… how could you… what happened…?" I was so angry I could hardly talk.
"Nothing. Nothing happened."
"How do I know your telling the truth? You've been trying to get in my pants since we first met. You put a roofie in my drink didn't you? You took advantage of me in my…"
"No! I didn't do anything. We almost did but you passed out."
"I passed out! You must not be as good in bed as everybody thought."
"You were so drunk you couldn't even walk," Paul said defensively.
"Oh really? So what happened last night?"
"Well, first of all, you're an aunt and it's a girl, they named her Hailey. And, well, its too complicated to explain here. Your head has to be killing you. Do you want some coffee?"
I sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. I was an aunt! When did Kelly go into labor? "Yeah, coffee would be great. And, maybe some Advil?"
"As soon as we get dressed. Do you need a t-shirt?"
I looked down at my attire. It did seem a little inappropriate to just stay in the sheet. But, before I could answer, Paul tossed me one. "Thank you," I said as I dropped my sheet and pulled the shirt on over my head. It smelled like Paul.
I got down on my hands and knees and tried to look for my underwear. I found them and quickly pulled them on.
When I stood back up, Paul was already out making coffee. I walked out and sat down at the little table. I was the first to speak.
"Were you really going to take advantage of me when I was drunk?"
"Well," Paul said turning around and hopping on the counter, "you were the one who told me that you loved me."
"What?"
"That's what I asked you."
"But, what if it was just the alcohol?"
"You mean… you mean it wasn't?"
"Well, honestly? I'm afraid that it might not have been the alcohol talking," I said putting my head down on the table.
Paul put the coffee and Advil in front of me and grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "Good," he said, and kissed me.
So, that's how, three days later, Paul and I were like, madly in love.
Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that's to fast. I know that. Don't you think I know that? Me falling in love with Paul defies all explanation.
But it happened.
Today we were going to go see Kelly and Hailey and Brad for the last time before I had to leave tomorrow.
Oh, and that's another thing, I decided to stay with Paul for the rest of my trip. And we've been nearly inseparable since.
Yeah, I know what I said about Paul touching me, but love does strange things to a girl.
That morning, I disentangled myself from Paul – he seems to think that since we only have a few days together, we should have sex as much as possible – I agree – and went to take a shower.
I stepped out just as Paul was walking into the bathroom. And I guess that something about seeing me wet and naked kind of got Paul going, if you know what I mean, because he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me fully on the lips. And I just want everyone to know, I could so get used to this. His hands snaked around my waist as mine ran through his hair. He broke the kiss off and started kissing me on my neck.
"Good morning," I half sighed to Paul. He responded with a groan. "Paul," I said, pushing him off of me, with much protest from Paul, "We have to get ready. We have all day to have fun. We only have to be at my house for a couple of hours."
"C'mon, Suze," Paul said pulling me closer to him and kissing my neck again. "This'll only take a few minutes."
"No." I said pushing him off with some difficulty (he's really strong). "If I don't dry my hair now, it will be a big frizzy mess."
"I don't mind."
I didn't grace that with a response. Instead, I pulled on a robe and went to fix my hair.
Paul looked at me for a second, then groaned and walked out of the bathroom. "What do you want for breakfast?" I heard him call.
"Whatever you want is fine. I don't care."
Later that night, when we finally got back to our hotel from going all the places I wanted to go before I had to leave, I was so exhausted I could hardly move. I tried to go to bed but Paul would have none of that.
"You promised," Paul said kissing down my neck and shoulders.
"Okay," I said as if it was some big hassle for me. It really wasn't.
Paul pulled off his socks and shoes while I kicked off my flip flops. He turned around to me. I was expecting him to get me to the bed as fast as he could, but what he did next completely and totally surprised me.
"Stay," he said. "Stay with me in LA."
"What?" I asked completely taken aback.
"Don't go back to New York. Stay with me. Move to LA and live with me."
"Paul, I can't. I have a life in New York."
"You could have a life in LA, too."
"Paul, I have a job in New York."
"Please, Suze," Paul's voice kind of cracked a little. "Don't go back."
I walked toward him and took his hand in mine. "Paul, I love you. I really do. I never thought I would, but I do."
"Then stay," he pleaded.
"I can't. I just can't," I felt like crying.
"Damn it, Suze," Paul said jerking his hand away from me. I jumped, scared. "Why the hell not?"
"I don't know, Paul," I said as a sob wrenched itself from my throat. "I'm scared. I don't want to be hurt again." I sat down on the edge of the bed and cried.
"Suze," Paul said sitting down next to me, "I wouldn't hurt you. Not ever. I couldn't. You mean so much to me. I don't want to loose you again."
I leaned my head on his chest. His arms found their way around me pulling me closer. I sniffed. I heard him inhale deeply.
"I am so sorry. I never meant to make you cry," he whispered.
I pulled my head back and kissed his ear, then the corner of his mouth, and then I kissed him square on the lips.
"Suze," he groaned kissing me back. His tongue teasing my lips, begging for entrance. I opened my lips and his tongue massaged mine.
I ran my fingers in small circles up and down his back. He pulled at my shirt, eventually pulling it off. Paul kissed down my shoulder, pushing my bra strap down.
"I love you," I said pulling off his shirt. He responded by nearly ripping my bra off over my head not even bothering to undo it and kissing down my breasts. I moaned, which only seemed to excite him more. One of his hands was rubbing my thigh, which was turning me on.
It was always like this with Paul. Once we started, we could never stop.
…And we didn't. We didn't stop all night.
The next morning, while Paul was still asleep, I once again untangled myself from him, pulled on my clothes, kissed Paul on the cheek, and left Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Paul would wake and I wouldn't be there. I figured it was better that way.
The End
HaHaHa! Just kidding. But there are only one or two chapters left. And if they aren't up by Tuesday, don't expect them for a couple of weeks because I'm going to camp. Review!
