The smell of fresh coffee wakes me up and I sit up in the bed remembering where I am, Paul's house. Paul isn't in the bedroom so I assume he just be in the kitchen. I make my way out of the bed and into the hall bathroom where I splash cold water on my face and pat it dry with the hanging towel in the bathroom.

Making my way into the kitchen I see Paul pouring coffee into two mugs. He turns around before stirring creamer into the mugs with a spoon as he smiles at me. "Good morning, how did you sleep?"

"Good morning" I take my seat at the table, "I slept great" my smile feels so genuine and Paul hands me my cup of coffee as he sits down across from me at the table. The sun shines through the window and I can hear the birds chirping to one another creating a calm atmosphere.

"What time is it?" I take a sip of my drink knowing I will feel much more awake once the caffeine hits.

"Nine am, I wanted to let you sleep in a little. I hope that's okay" I nod my head at Paul.

"Thanks, have you been up long?" I hope he isn't tired and I hope I didn't sleep in longer than he would have liked. "No, I got up about fifteen minutes before you did but I had some stuff I had to do around here anyway" he replies.

"Oh. Do you have any plans today?" I hope he's free today, I want to go buy a car. There's enough in my savings and I'm growing tired of taking the bus everywhere, I really want a car of my own.

"Nope, I'm free" He winks, I think my heart just stopped but I smile at him shyly. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well I really would like to buy a car today. I have been saving up for a while now and I'm tired of taking the bus or a cab everywhere. I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me" I say and Paul nods his head.

"That sounds great, of course I'll go with you"

I take another sip of my coffee and set the mug gently down on the table from my lips. Last night begins to play in my mind and I remember my words to Paul about wanting him to kiss me.

I feel my cheeks suddenly begin to warm up from slight embarrassment at my actions from last night.

"You okay?" Paul asks me and I smile before speaking.

"Yes, sorry, I was just-" I pause for a moment before speaking again. "I'm sorry about the way I acted last night, I hope I didn't come off as overbearing"

My eyes meet my coffee in the mug and I feel slight embarrassment for even bringing it up to Paul.

"You didn't come off that way, I know that you were drunk last night. But I also know you meant what you said to me" Paul's expression turns tender and he reaches his hand across the table and places it on mine giving it a gentle squeeze while his eyes lock with my own. "I like you, too Willow"

His words cause a smile to creep up on my face, I look down at our touching hands.

"What are we?" I ask Paul, he smirks softly.

"We are whatever you're comfortable with, how do you feel?"

"About being with you?" I ask, he nods for a moment.

"I want to be the only one you sleep in bed with and the only one who kisses you"

I'm honest with Paul about my feelings toward him. I feel a little more brave and comfortable today for some reason, but I might as well take advantage of this feeling and just tell Paul about how I really feel.

He has a smile that's growing into a grin across his perfect face, I want to ask him when he will kiss me but I don't want to come off as irksome so I push aside the thought.

"That's the same way I feel about you"

"Really?" I say, Paul smirks.

"Yes, really. You have no idea how long I have been wanting to tell you how I feel about you"

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I ask him, Paul glances down for a moment before he speaks again. He looks like he is holding something back, like there is something else he isn't telling me - or perhaps I'm just overthinking things again.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing" Paul sighs and gives me a forced smile but I don't buy his words.

"Paul, if there is something you're afraid of telling me just know that whatever it is you can tell me anything. When you're ready to tell me, I'll be here" My smile appears and I'm hoping it gives Paul reassurance or comfort.

"I want to tell you, I have so much I want to to tell you- believe me. But I can't tell you right now"

The confusion grows inside of me and I want to ask him questions, but I don't want to push my luck or irritate him. I bite my bottom lip, I drop my head down and let my hair fall to cover half of my face before I run my fingers through my hair again.

"I'm sorry, I know it's weird. It's not that I don't trust you, I just don't want to scare you away."

"How would you scare me away? I trust you"

Paul glances away and sighs softly.

"Have you ever heard about the legend of the Quileutes?" He asks me in a low but gentle voice, I half smile and nod.

"Of course. I grew up hearing it and the stories when I was little, but I don't remember many of the stories very well. Why do you ask?"

"Do you remember the legend of the Quileutes descending from wolves?" Paul gives me full eye contact, he looks serious.

"Yes, but- why?" I feel confused as to why he is mentioning a tale that we learned so long ago but I'm eager to hear what he has to say that pertains to this. Paul looks like he is trying to figure out the words to use and what to say - I keep quiet and wait.

"Did you ever hear anything about Quileutes phasing into wolves?" He asks me softly.

"Many times, my mom always used to tell me the stories. But- what does this have to do with what you want to tell me?"

Paul smirks and looks away he licks his lips before making eye contact with me.

"Ever heard of imprinting?"

"Pardon?"

Paul covers his mouth to stifle some laughter and for a moment I worry if he's playing some sort of a joke on me.

"Imprinting. The legend has it that when a Quileute phases into a wolf- they always have an imprint. Imprinting is," He pauses "it's like when you meet that one person and your whole world just changes. Everything you thought you knew, your whole world, it all becomes about her. You'd do anything for her, be anything for her..." Paul seems almost dazed, but yet serious- I frown softly and half smile.

"Well it sounds like something that would be amazing, if it were true..."

Paul looks up at me from his gaze on the table, he gives me a small smile and looks down at the table. "Yeah, if it were true."

"You sounds like you know so much about imprinting, do you believe in it?"

Paul looks up at our eyes meet.

"With everything in me" he says in a serious tone- his eyes are holding a look that I can't read but I wish I could read it. There is a strong emotion that I can feel between the two of us, I don't know how to handle this kind of tension.

"Oh- I should probably go back to my place... I could use a shower..." My voice is soft.

"I can take you home, I'll just grab my keys" Paul takes our empty coffee mugs and places them in the sink before grabbing his keys from the table and for a moment I feel bad for leaving him so suddenly after last night and how close we almost were to kissing. I stand up from the table and gently tug and Paul's hand.

"Paul wait-" I say as Paul turns around to face me, his skin feels warmer than it usually does but it doesn't feel like the heater is on in his house. I feel fine, Paul sighs.

"Willow, I'm sorry I just... Sometimes it's hard for me to find the words to say the things I want to say."

"You can tell me, whatever it is."

"I tried. I just-" Paul closes his eyes and walks away toward to the front door. "Can you wait here for me? I won't be gone long."

"Of course..." My voice is soft and I feel confused as to what's going on and why Paul is upset all of the sudden. He turns and smiles at me weakly and walks outside, his hand on the door handle.

"Paul, wait" I walk over toward him and the sound of thunder rumbles loudly signaling that it's going to rain soon. Paul looks down at me and I hold his hand gently. "Don't go..."

My face comes closer to Paul's and I bite down on my bottom lip, he glances down at my lips.

I can feel the warmth in his skin, he's so close to me.

My eyes close and I can feel his lips brushing mine as the sound of the rain comes down. Paul's hands comes up to my hair as he tangles his fingers in my hair, his lips feel so warm against mine.

Our lips pull apart and I keep my eyes closed for a moment while softly smiling before opening them to see the gentle pair of brown eyes looking back at me.

"Willow" Paul says, his voice is low and hoarse. He clears his throat. "I've been wanting to do that..."

"Me too" I say as a smirk leaves my lips.

Paul places a hand on my cheek and rubs it gently with his thumb while looking at me with adoration.

"I want to tell you- about myself."

"So tell me" I smile, Paul glances away and smiles back.

"Do you want to go to La Push tonight?" He asks me.

"Of course."

"Okay, I'll tell you everything tonight at La Push" Paul gives me a soft smile and kisses me on my forehead.