My alarm goes off and I sit up in bed, the sunlight shines through my room and I get out of bed feeling a little tired. Last night I had a little bit of trouble falling asleep but I didn't want to wait and see if I would eventually doze off so I took some sleeping medication and that did the trick.

I turn on the coffee machine, as the coffee begins to brew I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. Paul's toothbrush sits on the counter and I feel a strange longing to see him in my chest. Maybe I will call him after I finish my coffee and see if he has any plans for today, it is my day off after all.

The smell of coffee fills the air and I go back to the kitchen and grab a yellow mug, after pouring myself a cup of coffee and dressing it up to my liking I sit down on the sofa and turn the tv on. The buzzing of my phone grabs my attention and I look to see who texted me. It was Paul, a smile forms on my lips.

Good morning, how did you sleep?

I want to giggle, I can almost hear the smugness in that text. My fingers type back against the phone screen and I take a sip of coffee.

Good morning. I slept alright, how did you sleep?

Within a couple of minutes my phone goes off again.

It wasn't awful, but it could have been a lot better

Maybe Paul was right, maybe he and I just slept better beside one another. But it's not like we had slept together for weeks and weeks, it had only been a couple of times.

A sigh leaves my lips as I try to reason with myself and find a logical reason as to why I feel this strange longing to be near Paul. I miss him, he has been on my mind a lot and when he is around me I just can't help myself but to smile. I shake my head from side to side and take another sip from my mug, I really should get ahold of myself. A small sigh leaves my lips and I run my fingers through my hair, I feel like I'm in denial about my feelings for Paul or perhaps I just do not want to accept the fact that I have feelings for him.

Maybe I'm afraid of getting hurt, I haven't had the best luck with relationships hence why I moved out of Colorado. I had dated my stalker for two weeks and it all went down hill when I decided to end things with him. He seemed to take it quite well and then the phone calls started. I shudder at the memories and decide to push the thoughts out of my mind. My phone buzzes and I see that I have a text from Jessie, I unlocked my phone to answer it.

Do you have any plans today? - Jessie

My day is filled with nothing other than running a few errands and doing some cleaning in my apartment that I need to catch up on. I'm not a clean freak, however I do like to keep a clean place.

I'm free, what's up?

Do you want to come out with me tonight? I'm going to get a few drinks at a bar in town. - Jessie

I have never actually been to a bar before, but I'm up for going with Jessie. Sure! What time?

Let's shoot for seven pm - Jessie

See you then!

After I set my phone down I begin cleaning my apartment and making sure my bathroom mirror shines. My kitchen counters are spotless and I grab my oil diffuser, the place smells like jasmine oil by the time I'm finished cleaning everything.

Everything is finished and I sit down on the couch and pull out my phone to text my mom about coming to Forks next week.

Hey mom, I sent you a link for fairly priced airplane tickets I found. Are you still coming to Forks next week?

I set my phone down and decide to make another cup of coffee, I feel unusually tired this morning. Maybe Paul really is right? After my coffee is brewing in the pot I figure I might as well send him a text. It's nice talking to him and just hearing about what he's up to.

How has your day been?

I grab my coffee pot and pour myself a cup in my yellow mug, after I add in my creamer I hear my phone chime.

Not too bad, I'm just working with a friend on his car today

The thought of Paul without a shirt and dirty with grease causes my stomach feel some type of way that I haven't felt before. I bite down on my bottom lip and I pull myself out of my thoughts.

The only time I have seen Paul without a shirt is the first time I stayed over at this house. His skin is so bronze and he's so perfectly fit, how can someone look that nice without a shirt on?

Do you have anything planned tonight? - Paul

I know I have already made plans with Jessie and I would feel bad canceling those plans with her, I'm not a flake. However it would be nice to see Paul again sometime.

Actually I'm going out tonight

Oh, no worries. I hope you have a good time - Paul

Part of me feels bad because I do want to see Paul, but I'm not going to flake out on Jessie. I push away the intrusive thoughts and go to my closet to pick out something to wear for tonight. The day passes by rather quickly and it's time for me to get ready to go with Jessie to the bar. I don't want to go as too over dressed, I decide on a pair of vans, ripped jeans, and a tank top with a pair of small earrings and some mascara.

Jessie texts me the address to the bar and I decide on taking a Uber which is rather cheap thankfully since the bar isn't very far from me at all. A sigh leaves my lips, I really need to buy a car of my own soon. I walk into the bar and see Jessie sitting on a barstool, she's grinning happily and looks radiant.

Her blonde hair is pulled into a ponytail and she's wearing a small nude dress with black kitten heels. I suddenly feel very under dressed and casual, I smile and take a seat next to her.

"You made it! What are you having?" She asks me, I think for a moment before answering her.

"I'll take a cosmopolitan, please"

"Aren't those mostly vodka?" Jessie asks me as she sips on her pink drink.

A laugh and nod my head. "Wow! Good thing you're getting a Uber."

I'm not that big of a light weight, I can hold my alcohol sometimes. I shrug to myself I guess if I get drunk then I get drunk, not that big a deal since I am getting a Uber anyway.

The bartender hands me my cosmopolitan and I sip it carefully. "So I have some news" Jessie smiles at me.

"What is it?"

Jessie looks filled with excitement. "I'm talking to a guy, he's gorgeous and he's so sweet." I nod my head and give her a smile as she talks. "We met on this dating website, we have a lot of things in common, and he's actually really consistent with talking to me."

"That's great, Jessie. I'm glad your found someone who's sweet to you." I smile as I finish my cosmopolitan, Jessie downs her pink drink and I order another cosmopolitan. The warmth of the alcohol is already taking effect into my system and I begin to feel a buzz coming on.

"So, what about you? Are you seeing anyone?" Jessie asks me and I take a sip of my new cosmopolitan.

I think about Jessie's question for a moment before I speak, do I consider myself seeing Paul? I try to think about how I might feel if Paul were to go on a date with another girl or to almost kiss another girl. I feel a strange sting of jealousy begin to raise up inside of me and I take another sip of my drink which will be done soon if I don't stop taking such large sips.

"I don't know" I reply with a smirk and Jessie gawks at me with a grin.

"Whaaat? If you don't know then doesn't that mean you're seeing someone?"

"It means I don't know what he and I are but I like him and I like the way he makes me feel"

Jessie giggles at my words and orders another pink alcohol filled drink. I take another sip and begin to think about the way Paul almost kissed me at my apartment and the way the warmth of his breath felt against my face as we got closer. I sigh and Jessie seems to notice my thoughts running.

"Are you thinking about him?" She asks me, I nod.

I'm thinking about Paul and the way he looks without a shirt. I'm thinking about the way it feels to fall asleep beside him and when Paul and I have breakfast together in the mornings with our coffee.

Doing things with Paul like watching tv together on the couch, the way we smile at one another, and when Paul gave me his clothes to sleep in and they fit so comfortably on me. I think I need to admit to myself that I do like Paul, it's time to be honest with myself and with Paul, too.

"Yes he's too irresistible to not think about" I hear the words come pouring out of me.

"Have you kissed him yet?"

"No but we came close to kissing"

Jessie smiles and sips her drinks. "You have to tell him how you feel about him or he won't ever know. The guy I've been talking to says it's important to communicate with people and you know what?"

"What?" I giggle.

"He's right. You have to communicate with people and tell them how you feel, this guy you like isn't a mind reader. You have to tell him how you feel"

Jessie states and I nod my head feeling a sudden burst of confidence, I take another sip of my cosmopolitan and I smile to myself.

"Do you really think I should tell him how I feel?" I ask her and Jessie nods quickly. My heart begins to pound but the confidence I currently feel overpowers my nerves and I pull my phone out of my bag.

"Oh my gosh, are you going to call him?" Jessie giggles which causes me to giggle.

"I'm going to do it"

"Oh my gosh, do it"

My fingers go to Paul's name in my contacts and I click on his number, I press the phone to my ear nervously as the soft ringing fills my ear. I look over to see Jessie taking a sip of her drink.

"Hey Willow" Paul answers the phone in a raspy voice, I smile into the phone.

"Hi Paul, I have something I want to tell you"

Jessie covers her mouth and I run my fingers through my hair, I feel confident. I can do this.

"Are you drunk?" He asks me.

"What? No, I just really have to tell you something" I giggle softly but I cover my mouth and compose myself.

"I'm all ears" Paul says cooly.

"Paul?"

"Willow?"

"I like you" The words leave my lips and I smile at Jessie feeling proud of myself. Jessie grins and nods in approval.

"I like you, too Willow"

"No I mean I really like you Paul. I want to kiss you, I want to be with you"

"Willow have you been drinking?" Paul asks me and I sigh feeling slightly frustrated.

"Maybe. But that doesn't mean my feelings aren't real. So now you know how I really feel about you" I bite my bottom lip to hide my smile.

I feel someone rub my shoulder and I turn around to meet eyes with a much older man, he looks like a creep. He gives me a grin and winks at me causing me to frown at him.

"Who told you that you could touch me?" The words that leave my lips come out much snappier than I except them to.

"Well when someone has an ass like you do, it's an open invitation." The man replies and a scoff in disgust at what I am hearing. This guy can't be serious.

"Get the hell out of here!" Jessie shouts at the man who raised his brows at us and scoffs as he mumbles something before walking away from us.

"Where are you? I'm coming to get you" I hear Paul's voice through the phone.

"What? No. I'm staying here at Blakeslees." I take another sip of my cosmopolitan and run my fingers through my hair without actually realizing I have given up the name of the bar I'm at giving Paul the opportunity to come here.

"Willow"

"Paul" I say trying to copy his serious tone but I fail as my giggles betray me.

"Stay where you are" He says and our phone call ends. I frown at the phone and set it down in my purse as I turn to Jessie who looks surprised.

"You really did it" She says with raised brows and a smile. I feel accomplished and proud for telling Paul how I feel even if I'm drunk right now and a creep did just try to hit on me.

Jessie and I sit on our barstools and I explain to her how Paul said he was going to come get me.

"Are you sobering up yet?" She asks me and I shake my head still feeling the alcohol through my body. Jessie smirks and orders me a glass of water which I begin to sip slowly.

"Willow?" The familiar voice causes me to turn around, it's Paul. I smile feeling like I might faint at seeing his face.

"She's fine, she's just a little bit drunk. I'm Jessie by the way" Paul gives Jessie a polite nod and wraps his arm around my waist helping me off the barstool.

"I'll see you later" I smile at Jessie who gives me a wink.

Paul helps me walk as I find myself leaning into his side like a magnet. He feels so warm and being with him once more only makes me think of how much I missed seeing him. Would this be another night of me staying the night at his place? The thought of sleeping beside Paul in his bed again makes me smile, I softly giggle to myself as Paul helps me in his car. He buckles me in and gently closes the car door before opening the drivers side and starting the engine.

"You didn't have to rescue me tonight" I say jokingly to him, Paul smirks and keeps his eyes on the road.

I sigh feeling content yet still fuzzy from the alcohol, but it begins to subside as Paul gets closer to his house. The radio plays softly and Paul turns into his street and parks in front of his house. Would this be one of those nights? I don't want to just sleep in Paul's bed and just leave in the morning after breakfast. I want Paul to know that I meant how I feel towards him is genuine and I don't want him to feel like it's just the alcohol and not my real feelings.

Paul helps me out of the car and we walk in a comfortable silence into his house.

"I'll get you some clothes to change into" he says, he turns and walks into his room but I follow him on his heels. If I want Paul to know that I meant what I said, now is the time to do it.

Paul opens up the drawer and hands me a shirt and a pair of shorts, I suddenly feel sheepish a smile forms on my lips and I take the clothing as I head into the bathroom to change.

After I change I walk out of the bathroom and I see Paul in his room taking his shirt off. My eyes widen and my heart beats quickly at the sight of Paul without a shirt once more. Paul tosses his shirt on the ground and looks over to me, his eyes hold something that I cannot see. My feet move me closer to him and I look up at him to meet his warm brown eyes.

"Thank you for the clothes" My voice comes out softer than I wanted it to and I feel my hand gently brush against Paul's warm hand. He gives me a smile and I feel his hand gently take mine, he makes me feel like a magnet with him

"You're welcome, Willow" Our eyes stay locked and I choose to try and seize this opportunity to kiss Paul.

I feel my face leaning closer to Paul's and I glance down at his lips, they look so soft. My heart seems to be pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears, I feel Paul's hand come up and rest against my cheek as his thumb lightly brushes against my skin causing me to inhale at his warm touch.

"Kiss me" My voice betrays me as I hear the quiet words leaving my lips.

"You know I want to" Paul says softly "But you're drunk and I wouldn't feel right"

His words tug at my heart but I don't care about if I've been drinking in the moment, all I can think about right now is how much I want him and how badly I want him to kiss me.

"Kiss me" I bite down on my bottom lip and close my eyes waiting for Paul to kiss me.

I feel Paul take my face in his hands and press his lips to my forehead. I sigh through my nose at his touch and I keep my eyes closed as I feel him resting his forehead against my own.

His skin feels so warm and inviting, I want to kiss him so much. I want him to know how I really feel about him. His moves his head away from my own and I open my eyes and look up at him as he still gently holds his face in my own, he glances down at my lips and looks away.

"Let's get you into bed" Paul says, carefully leading me to the bed and helping me get under the sheets before turning around. My hand reaches for Paul's hand and he turns around to face me again.

His eyes are warm and his expression is calm, I find myself wanting him to be closer to me.

"Don't go" I whisper to Paul.

"I'll never leave you, Willow. Unless you order me away, I'll never leave you"