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Ok, here is the next chapter, I had a lot of fun writing this one, you really get to know Paul for who he is, now that he doesn't have to fake anything, because really, once you throw in the L word, what else is there?

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Oh, and by the way, Cory is not racist, she is merely pissed… you'll get it once you get to the part. LMAO, please don't hate me but I just had to write that.

Chapter 13: Bail part 2.

The silence that came afterwards was so… loud. It wasn't even the people around us that made being inside my head so unbearable. It was this whistling sound in my ears, getting louder with each second our eyes remained intertwined and I couldn't get away.

My heart pounded heavily in my chest, trying to pump some oxygen in my brain with no avail, my vision was starting to blur as I fought to stay conscious, and starting to breathe again as the shock had emptied my lungs.

I barely registered the waitress up until she placed my breakfast in front of me. The smell of maple syrup and butter made my stomach turn painfully; I made a weird suffocated/gasp/moan noise as Paul finally released me from his fiery brown eyes.

-Are you ok dear? I heard the waitress voice far away, muffled as the whistling started to faint. I nodded, looking down at my pancakes as I concentrated in breathing slowly thru my nose as naturally as I could.

God…

I had already known this, he'd showed me before, his feelings were more than clear in the way he looked at me. But… like always for me, words made it real, you couldn't take them back no matter how much you tried to. My head stopped spinning as the waitress said something to Paul that I didn't catch and stomped away angrily.

-I have to go now. I breathed, keeping my eyes on the drowning pancakes, my appetite completely gone.

-Sure- Paul started voice even and decided-, just let me pay the check and we'll go.

My head shot up, anger stepping up in fears place, glaring up at Paul as he simply stared back with determination strong in his eyes, just as the love spilled out of him, no longer bothering in faking.

Paul leaned in to me, placing his hands on each side, closing me in the booth, his hot, clean breath hitting my cold face, making me shiver and try to coil away when my back was already pressed against the window.

-You asked and I answered.

-Yeah, and one fucked up answer too. I hissed, breath still hitched. This was wrong.

Paul's dark eyes hardened, black steel instead of warm chocolate staring back at me, his voice deep and firm as he whispered: -There are things I can't explain, there are things you won't believe, but this- he pressed his hand against his chest, right over his raging heart, it's beating so hard I could almost see it pounding-, this is all that matters, this… is all you can't ever doubt. I. Love. You… so deal

I just about spat in his face: -So what? You're just going to force yourself on me?

-Hell no- Paul backed away slightly, just about enough for me to breath my own air, looking upset, defensive, still so lovingly as he clenched his fists up in a tight ball-, but that doesn't mean I'm giving up.

-You're out of your fucking mind. I tried to push him away, both hands on his wide shoulders, only achieving to feel him up, his muscles tensing under his russet skin and black shirt everywhere my fingers touched, rather than moving him a single inch, I dropped my hands and slowly slid them behind my back. Palming the knife under my shirt.

Paul rolled his eyes, mumbling something that I didn't hear but his lips went kind of: "tell me something I don't know".

-Look, I tried "nice and slow", it only got me stuck with a bunch of scrawny, drooling, pale faces and a shity burger, so I'm doing this my way now.

-And what makes you think I'll let you? I whispered infuriated, trying to keep things down while more people around us started to look our way curiously. Paul sighed, dropping his hands while his face inched closer, eyes that hot, liquid brown again, burning into mine.

-Cory, I'm not asking you to feel the same about me right now, if at all- his voice broke, and stumbled at the thought-, I'm just asking you for a space in your life.

-But why? - I shook my head, hoping to shake up my brain cells so this could finally make sense-, how can you love me?

-I can't tell you yet.

I huffed, my voice dripping venom as I spoke: - You can tell me you love me after a week but you can't tell me why?

He nodded, sitting straight in his chair, turning to face his enormous breakfast while I continued glaring holes in his head.

-And why is that? I breathed exasperatedly, glaring harder as Paul started eating ever so calm. My hands lifted the back of my shirt, gripping the knife while I tried to think of excuses to not stab him.

-Because if I tell you're going to pull out that knife you're holding and I can't have you stabbing me in public.

I gawked at him, my hands leaving the knife and falling limply at my sides. Paul grabbed a bunch of bacon and ate it all in one bite, to then order while chewing: - Eat your breakfast, it's getting cold.

-You moronic son of a bitch. I gasped, so pissed off I couldn't decide if to hit him, stab him, leave or just plain old laugh at his face stuffed with scrambled eggs. Paul turned his head to me, smiling, his mouth, thank heavens, shut with plump cheeks and swallowed: - I love you too.

I settled in my seat, staring at my food after rolling my eyes at Paul, the pancakes smelled good, but I was no longer in the mood to eat them. I wasn't scared anymore, at least not as much. Now I was more confused and angry. And fuckingly curious too. And that stupid curiosity would be the death of me.

-My turn. Paul chanted, taking a long drink at his orange juice.

I choked on air: - I'm not playing anymore.

-No- He shook his head, pushing his empty plate to pull in another one with some bread loafs and more eggs-, I answered your question, now it's my turn to ask.

-I'm not answering anything. I whispered yelled, crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly.

-Hey, that's not fair, I- Paul stopped mid sentence, arching an angled, pitch black eyebrow, as he watched me do some hand motions right in his face, making as if my fist were a jack in the box as my other hand turned the handle, slowly presenting him with the almighty middle finger.

Paul frown disapprovingly as I crossed my arms again, staring resentfully at the deliciously tanned, syrupy, steamy pancakes I no longer wanted to eat. Paul sighed next to me and continued to stuff his face.

-At least eat your pancakes. He said, pushing the plate closer to me as I glared from the plate to him.

-I could just slam this plate in your face.

-I would like to chew first if you don't mind. Paul smiled pleasantly, shoving a whole loaf in his mouth. My lips twitched as I fought to contain a traitorous smile from showing.

-Bastard. I grumbled, picking up my fork and starting to stab the food heatedly. Stupid Paul.

We ate silently, me fuming angrily while Paul chew away merrily. Just about half way thru my pancakes he started bugging again about his "turn".

I growled: - If I say go will you shut up already?

Paul's face glowed with happiness as he nodded eagerly. I sighed: - Ok, go.

He opened his mouth to speak when I stopped him: -No, I said 'go' now you have to shut up.

Paul's eyes widened with realization and horror: -That wasn't-

I hushed him taking another bite of pancakes, smirking at my cleverness.

-Where did you get that knife? Paul asked anyways, the pigheaded. I shook my head.

-There goes your second bail, be careful, you only have one left- he chuckled as I sent him a homicidal look-, and as you didn't answer I get to ask again.

I rolled my eyes and dropped my fork to the side. He wanted to play like this? Ok, I can do that.

-What's your type of guy? Paul asked, resting his chin in his hand, pretending nonchalant while I knew he was nervous out of his mind, parting from the fact that he was no longer eating and staring too intently at my face.

He couldn't have made it easier…

I smiled softly, almost nostalgic as I rested my head in my hands with a dreamy expression on my face, staring out the window as if I were going back in time.

-So? Paul urged me, voice rough though I couldn't see his face. I would crack up laughing if I did. And I wanted a little revenge.

-My type- I started with a low, husky voice, running the tips of my fingers absently over my lips, ever so slowly, still gazing lost out in the forest, my smile turned sad:- I like them… tall

I paused, letting him chew on that as much as I could.

-I like them- I continued, now playing my fingers along my jaw line, closing my eyes in delight as if replaying what other hands had caressed time ago: -gentle.

I couldn't feel Paul's breathing, but I couldn't tell, I never felt him approach much less hear him. So I kept going: -I like them big… pale… and so, so… horny.

I bit my lower lip hungrily, letting myself fall back into my seat as I rubbed my thighs together with need. I crossed one hand over my stomach as the other stayed around my neck, my fingers outlining my jaw line, then down the side of my neck all the way to my shoulder blades as I faked my breathing fastening.

I was about to run my index finger teasingly over my cleavage when I felt a slight shaking taking over the booth. Oh shit, earthquake.

My eyes shot open, straightening in my seat as I got a hold of the jumping table.

-Paul- I breathed, starting to think of what we should do, run out or just wait here until it passed… but it wasn't an earthquake.

I stared dumbfolded at the tables around us as the shacking started to lower. They were perfect, no one was running.

I turned my questioning gaze up to Paul, a very blurry Paul.

-Paul- I whispered, extending my hand hesitantly towards him as the shivers that morphed his body began to fade-, are you ok?

Paul nodded curtly, staring with wild, black coal eyes from my hand to my face. My heart missed a beat as fear began to pick up it's pace inside me. For a moment there, as our eyes met, it wasn't Paul inside, it was something else staring back… something animal.

Then, as if he had heard my heart trip and scramble his eyes changed, just like that it was Paul again, no shivers no nothing, I almost considered that I had imagined everything. Almost.

I breathed in and out, not knowing what to do or what I should say. But Paul did, as his eyes went wide when something drawn down on him: -You were lying.

Oh God. I laughed shakily at him, not entirely recovered from the shock, what had just happened?

-Of course I was. I laughed, his face so horrified I couldn't help it. Paul frowned at me, crossing his arms over his toned chest: - That's not funny.

-Well you blurting out you love me wasn't fun- I shot back, still laughing under my breath:-, stupid shit doesn't feel good now does it?

-You were the one who said no lying, remember?

-That wasn't even a good lie- I leaned back and started eating what was left of my pancakes: - I can't believe you bought it.

Me liking some white fat boys with instant boner. That wasn't even… Does Paul even have a brain?

Paul growled: -Are you going to answer my question right or should I take my lying coupon?

I rolled my eyes as I swallowed a chunk of my food:- I don't have a type, because I don't plan on dating, ever.

There was a long silence. I took a sip of milk and sighed: - I just have too many plans for myself, and none of them include a man.

-So you've never dated? Paul asked with a tone I couldn't quite decipher. And I didn't even try; I wanted to drop this subject fast.

I shook my head, cutting another portion of the spongy bread.

-Then how do you know you won't find someone? Maybe someone out there was made just for you. Paul whispered, smiling knowingly down at me. I shrugged and stayed quiet. The less I speak the faster he'll bore.

I was right and Paul continued eating again, devouring his food so fast he was done with his 5 plates just about the time I was done with my one set of pancakes. I shook my head disbelievingly as Paul pushed away his last empty plate and sighed, patting his hard, flat stomach: - That was good.

I barked one laugh still holding my half full glass of milk with both my hands, turning it around as I thought of a way to phrase my next question, or at least come up with a question. I just wanted to go home, there was nothing of Paul I wanted to know anymore, since the things I did he wouldn't tell me.

-You said you wanted to be a part in my life- I took a deep breath, not lifting my eyes from the white liquid-, how do you plan to do that?

-Well- Paul breathed, voice as if he were in deep thought-, we could find time to meet, as often as we can.

-What if I don't want to? I blurted out, finally raising my head from my glass to see him in the eyes. He wasn't hiding his feelings, and as it always happened when he didn't, his melted chocolate like eyes made me want to crawl out of my skin and disappear. Now more as guilt hit me full force when I found his eyes sad.

-That isn't an option right now- Paul sighed, staring longingly in to me while leaning down slowly, sucking me into his warmth as his clean breath made my skin tingle:-, later, when you know everything, then you can decide if you want me around or not… but until then, expect to see me around a lot more.

Then he smiled and moving inhumanly fast, planted a chaste, burning hot kiss on my cheek.

I squeaked and jumped in my seat. Baffled as fear and rage made my hand fly to take the glass of milk and throw it's contents in his face. Only that he ducked away, so the milk flew all the way to the end of the front counter just in front of us, splattering all the ketchup and other condiment bottles there. Knocking some down in the process.

I dropped the glass, my fingers going numb with horror as I stared at the mess I'd made. But I had forgotten that the glass was in fact… made out of glass.

I was expecting the shattering sound of the broken glass, but it never came. I looked down to find a russet hand holding it elegantly towards me. I followed the hand, across the smooth, nervy forearm, up the thick, steal covered with silky copper arm, crawling up the long, graceful neck, the manly sculpted jaw, the brilliantly white, self-satisfied smile, all the way to a pair of deep, sparkling with mischief and bliss eyes.

-I can't have you breaking stuff and getting us thrown out of yet another restaurant- Paul chuckled, placing the glass safely on the table, very much away from me as he looked at me with a childish gleam in his brown eyes: - I actually like the food here.

I glared at him, my face burning with indignation, how dare he…? I shoved him, trying to get out of the booth, and of course, I didn't move him an inch until, laughing I must add, he got up and gave me space to get out and not hit him in the process.

As soon as I was on two feet I stomped my way to the front door, vaguely noticing the amused staring from everyone in the dinner. I saw Paul fly a couple of green papers into our waitress face as he jogged after me, spilling a hurried:" keep the change" to her surprised face.

I kicked the front door open and jumped out of the dinner positively fuming with anger. I balled my fists and opened them a couple of times, willing myself to calm down and not do something stupid. But… that motherfucker kissed me!

I rubbed my cheek furiously, trying to dissipate the feel of his soft lips off it. Barely a second later I heard Paul whistling at my side, hands in his jean pockets carelessly as he balanced his self back and forward. I glared heatedly up at him as I unknotted the leather string on my hair violently.

-Paul John Thail, if you ever pull a stunt like that on me again, I will stab you with a spoon, you hear me?

Paul smiled wider, nodding like a giggling 3 year old as he arched and eyebrow: - How did you know my middle name is John?

I glared harder even as I pulled the string off my hair and threw it at his face: - It's always John.

I turned around and stomped away as I mumbled: -Americanos.

SOooo, what do you think, I hope things get a lot more interesting from now on, a lot more drama coming soon. And again, sorry for the A word, but if you were just as pissed and from another country, I think you'd say the same. Lol Sorry