A.N. Hey! I wanna thank everyone on ff who has stuck with this story so far. It'll be over in a couple of chapters . If you like my short stories, then please check out 'Untouchable' and 'A Quarter Mile at a Time' as they are structured similarly to this one. Love you guys
Christmas Day
"No. For the ninth time, I don't have any feelings for Qahla." Bella was way too tired to be hearing this.
"Are you sure?" Paul asked, sounding almost excited.
Bella had no idea what he was thinking.
"Yes!"
"Well then, why'd you kiss her?"
"I dunno, I just did the first thing that came to my mind, is all. I guess it was like Christmas present." There wasn't much else to say.
"Why the hell would that be the first thing that came to your mind?... And why didn't I get a kiss for Christmas?"
"Paul, please just drop it. It was just a kiss. I know that, Qahla knows that. Everybody knows that. So chill, okay? You're so annoying." Bella walked upstairs to her bedroom and proceeded to brush her wild morning hair.
Why was Paul here so early on Christmas morning anyway?
She asked him.
"Why are you here so early again?"
Her words freed him from the spell her breasts seemed to have put him in. They bounced a little every time so pulled the brush through her hair.
"Huh? Oh, because I have work during the day so I thought I'd see you now and then again in the evening."
"You're coming back again?" She asked him, trying not to sound excited.
He nodded.
"Geeze, why don't you just move on in?" She murmured.
He chuckled behind her.
"Oh and why are you going to work today? It's Christmas. Who needs workers on Christmas day? Isn't it the time for family and all that?"
Paul made himself comfortable on her bed before answering.
"Well, I guess. But my dad's the only immediate family I have and he's in Japan on a business trip."
Bella could sense some animosity in his voice
"Don't like him?"
"Nope."
She didn't bother asking him anymore questions. It was obvious that he didn't want to talk about his dad.
Paul moved from the bed and slowly walked up behind her.
She could see him in the mirror.
Bella watched as his muscles flexed as he walked; her eyes trailed down his naked torso until his cut offs began.
Her eyes made their way back up to his annoyingly perfect face.
His nostrils flared momentarily before a smirk settled on his lips.
Bella wandered what he could smell.
"Besides, the person I really wanna spend Christmas with is right here."
Paul's body pressed up against hers.
His hands clamped on the dresser at either side of her.
Bella caught herself blushing as she tried to get away from him, she turned in his arms.
It made things worse.
Now he had easy access to her face.
The breath caught in Bella's throat as he leaned down to her lips.
And then he was gone.
Bella blinked twice in confusion.
What the hell?
Her eyes narrowed.
"Asshole."
And then a loud chuckle from downstairs.
"I'll be back for my Christmas present!"
He shouted up to her before he left for patrol.
Bella pouted.
Later on that afternoon
"Bella!" Renee's voice filled her ears.
"Hey mom. Merry Christmas." She replied, trying to pretend that her mother's childish tone wasn't breaking her heart.
"Merry Christmas, Bella."
"Did you get my present?" She had sent her mom a quilt that she had made; it was made of the t-shirts they used to buy on their trips when she was younger. Back when Renee was still sane.
"Yes, I love it. Thank-you Bella." For a second there, Renee's voice matured and Bella found herself crying.
"I miss you mom." She hiccupped.
"Don't cry Bella."
"Okay, mom. I won't." She wiped at her eyes.
"I love you Bella."
"I love you too, mom. Say hi to Phil for me."
"I will. Bye."
"Bye, mom."
Thoughts?
I know it was short, so I let it out a little early
Thanks for reading.
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