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Chapter Ten

After Camilla slipped on her cream colored hip length light jacket, Camilla and Paul were on their way. "So, where are we going?" Camilla asked softly as Paul drove down the road, the sky darkening as the sun set over the cloud covered horizon and Paul grinned as he glanced at her.

"I'm not telling you," Paul said and Camilla rolled her eyes.

"Why not?" she asked with a soft laugh and Paul's grin morphed into a smile as he kept his eyes on the road, fighting the urge to just stare at her like he wanted to.

"Because," he said, still smiling, "I want it to be a surprise."

"All right," she said softly as she swiped her hair out her eyes and looked out the windshield with a small smile on her face. Paul glanced at her once again and took a slow breath as he slowly tore his eyes away from her.

Before that night, he had been certain that it wasn't possible for Camilla to be any more beautiful than when she was in jeans and a t-shirt, but he had been proved wrong when she walked down the stairs in that dress and high heels. She was beyond beautiful and her green eyes seemed to shine even brighter that night. In all honesty, Paul was a bit nervous that he had gone overboard for their first date, but he had wanted to show Camilla that he could romance her if that's what she wanted.

Camilla furrowed her brow as she realized that they were heading back in the direction of La Push. She was a bit confused seeing as, like Forks, La Push didn't have any place that that would require them to dress up as they had, and her curiosity was only peaked as she tried to figure out what he had planned. However, she remained silent as Paul drove and she couldn't help but smile when his warm right hand reached for her left and laced her fingers with his before he pulled their joined hands to rest on his thigh. She didn't say anything, she didn't even look at him, she simply continued to smile before she squeezed his hand.

The remainder of the ride was spent in a comfortable warm silence. However, Camilla's brain was in overdrive trying to figure out where they were going and when Paul pulled his truck into the parking lot near the docks and pier that Camilla had only ever been to once, when her father had taken her on a fishing trip with him when she was twelve. Paul let go of her hand as he put the car in park and killed the engine, but her hand remained on his thigh as she looked at him.

"What are we doing here?" she asked and he smiled as he looked at her. He pulled the keys from the ignition and put them in his left hand before he took hold of his hand in her lap and squeezed it.

"You'll see," he said as he reluctantly let go of her hand. "Stay put for a second." Camilla nodded, fighting a small smile, before Paul unbuckled his seat belt and quickly climbed from the truck. She watched him walk around the front of the truck before he came to her door and held it open for her before he held out his hand. Camilla laughed softly as she unbuckled her seat belt and put her right hand into his extended left as she held onto her clutch and climbed from the truck. "What?" he asked with a grin once Camilla's high heeled feet were settled on the paved parking lot.

"Nothing," she said as he closed the truck door and twisted his hand around hers before their fingers were once again laced together.

"You sure?" he asked and she smiled.

"Positive," she said and his grin turned into a smile before he jerked his head towards the docks.

"Okay, let's go," he said softly and he started leading Camilla towards the docks. She held back her questions as she followed alongside him, shivering a bit as a chilly wind blew in from the water. Paul let go of her hand then and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling Camilla close. She smiled once again as she wrapped her right arm around his waist so they could walk comfortably together as his body heat warded away the early evening chill.

Paul was sure his heart was going to pound out his chest as he walked Camilla down the dock and towards one of the few luxury boats that rested in the dock. The boats were usually rented by tourists who came into the area for fishing trips, and Paul used one of the very few connections he had to borrow one for the evening. They weren't going to go out on the water; it was too choppy that night for Paul to feel confident in navigating the boat, especially since Camilla would be on board. Instead, the rich décor of the inside of the boat was going to serve as the perfect setting for a romantic dinner for the newly formed couple. He turned down the dock towards the large boat he had spent several hours in early that afternoon getting ready for their date and Camilla looked from it to him curiously.

"Are we going out on the water?" she asked and he shook his head negatively.

"No, but we are going on that boat," he said as he stepped away from her and using the key he had been given, he opened the swinging door that would allow him to pull out the small step ladder. He held out his hand to her and Camilla laughed softly as she put her hand in his before she walked up the steps and found herself standing on the rather impressive looking boat. Paul was quick to join her and pulled up the step ladder and closed the door, locking it.

"This boat isn't yours is it?" she asked and Paul chuckled.

"I wish," he said honestly and Camilla smiled. "It belongs to a friend of my dad's. I asked to borrow it and he said as long as I don't sink her, she's mine for the night."

"She?" Camilla asked with a raised eyebrow and Paul grinned as he shrugged his shoulders.

"His word, not mine," he said and Camilla laughed once again before he took her hand. "Let's get you inside." She followed after Paul into the cabin of the boat, only to stop short as a gasp escaped her lips as she looked around.

The cabin was dim but filled with a soft glow of white lights and a table rested in the middle of the room. On the small table rested a place setting for two, unlit votive candles, and a rather large black basket. It was obvious that he had put a great deal of effort into everything and Camilla had not expected anything like it. She was taken away by everything and how perfect everything was. It was like something you'd see in a movie, and Camilla was nearly breathless as she took everything in.

"Too much?" he asked and her eyes snapped to his at the sound of his voice. Paul was worried he had gone too far and that Camilla was ready to run for the hills; but the tears he saw lining her eyes when she looked up at him were a bit unexpected.

"You did all of this . . . for me?" she asked softly and Paul frowned when he heard the tone of her voice. It sounded like she couldn't believe he'd gone to such lengths for her.

"Of course I did," Paul said as he turned to face her completely. "Why are you so surprised?"

"I just . . . no one's ever done anything like this for me before," she said, her green eyes holding his brown in the dim lighting. "No one," she said again.

"Not even your ex?" he asked and Camilla shook her head negatively, not trusting her voice to speak. "No offense to you, Camilla, but how big of an idiot is this guy?" he asked and the corners of Camilla's lips turned up as she started to smile through her tears. "I'm not complaining because you're here with me, but how could he not see what he had?"

"What did he have?" Camilla found herself asking in a whisper as she looked up at him, a rouge tear rolling down her left cheek. Paul smiled as he looked at her and raised his right hand to the side of her face, his thumb brushing away the tear and lingering against her skin.

"An amazing, smart, sweet, and beautiful woman," he said. "Who's an amazing mother and who makes me the luckiest bastard on Earth right now because she's here with me." He wiped another tear away from her cheek as he smiled down at her.

"You really believe all that?" she asked and he nodded his head.

"With everything I have in me," he said.

"Why?" she asked and he let go of her hand and brought his other hand to the other side of her face, holding her head in his hands as he took half a step closer to her. He knew it was too soon for him to say the words that he truly felt. She may have felt the same way about him, but he didn't want her to feel obligated to say them back to him if she didn't yet.

"Because I do," he said before he leaned down and kissed her firmly. Camilla's clutch fell from her hand and to the floor at their feet as she rested her hands on his waist as she kissed him back. It didn't last long, but long enough to leave them both breathless when Paul pulled back from her. "Believe me?" he asked in a breathy whisper and Camilla could only nod as she looked up at him with dazed eyes. "Good," he said with a smile before he lowered his hand from her face and helped her from her jacket, picking up her up her clutch once she was free of her jacket. Once he put both things aside he turned back to her to see her wiping at her eyes.

"I bet I look a mess now," she said as her hands fell to her sides, a slightly defeated look on her face. It was true her makeup was a bit smudged and her eyes a little red, but she was still beautiful.

"You look fine, Camilla," he said softly as he took her hand, "perfect as always." Camilla blushed as she looked up at him and he squeezed her hand in his. "Hungry?" he asked and she nodded. "Good, because I'm starving," he said, making her laugh softly before the two of them moved over to the table to enjoy the meal Paul had made with Kim's help. He just hoped that Camilla enjoyed it.

After a lovely dinner of potatoes, green beans, and chicken, Camilla and Paul were settled on the small loveseat that rested on the other side of the cabin. Soft music was playing quietly in the background as they chatted about nothing in particular before a comfortable silence had settled around them. Camilla was nestled into Paul's side, her head resting on his chest/shoulder while his arm was wrapped securely around her, holding her close.

"Are you bored?" Paul asked her quietly as his right hand left her waist and moved up to her hair to play with the dark strands as she tilted her head to look up at him.

"No," she answered honestly. "Are you?"

"No," he said with a smile as he looked down at her before he kissed her forehead. "I'm just making sure you aren't. I guess I sort of dropped the ball in planning what to do after dinner."

"You didn't drop the ball," Camilla said as she lifted her head and shifted so she was facing him while his hand found her waist again. "This is the best date I have ever been on, Paul. It's been a perfect night that I really don't want to end any time soon."

"I don't want it to end either," he said, his smile returning as he looked into her green eyes before Camilla closed the small distance between them and kissed him slowly. Paul's left hand moved to the side of her face as he kissed her back, and his right hand gripped her side tightly as he pulled her even closer to him; which turned a simple kiss into a full on make out session.

At some point, Camilla found herself straddling Paul's lap, his hands gripping her hips and bunching up the skirt of her dress as her left hand was laced in his short hair and her right rested on his chest. Paul's right hand slid down her left hip to the hem of her bunched up skirt before his hand settled on her thigh, making her shiver slightly at the touch. Paul felt the silk like material on her thigh and realized she was wearing nylons to ward off the chill of the night air when they had been outside. Truthfully, he was a little disappointed that he was blocked from touching completely bare skin, but it was good as; especially since he could easily feel the faint heat of her skin under his hand. He slid his hand up, his fingers disappearing under the hem of her dress and Camilla made no move to stop him.

Camilla was internally cursing herself for wearing the nylons she had pulled on that night because the sheer material was dulling the feel of Paul's heated touch against her skin. She gasped against his mouth when she felt his fingers brush the bottom of her backside and she unconsciously rubbed herself against Paul's groin, which earned a groan from him as his hand moved even higher and he took a handful of her flesh and squeezed. Camilla whimpered as she rubbed herself against him once more only to have his hands help guide her hips against his.

The friction was causing small shock waves of pleasure throughout Camilla's entire body, and though a small voice in the back of her head was telling her that things were going too far, she ignored it. Through the very thin layers of fabric that separated their bodies, Camilla could feel Paul growing against her and it only added to the bliss that was coursing through her body. She was lost to the sensation and completely consumed by the man below her as his hands caressed her and his lips worked their magic against hers.

As the pace of her hips against increased Paul's kiss trailed from her lips and moved along her jaw before he gently nipped on her neck and left earlobe. The only sound in the cabin of the boat was their labored breathing and the small whimpers of pleasure that escaped Camilla's lips as her body moved against his. Slowly, his kiss returned to her mouth and she kissed him hard as the world exploded around her and he held firmly to her shaking body as her lips fell away from his and she buried her face in his neck.

Paul was breathing heavily as he turned his eyes to the ceiling above him and slid his left hand up her back while his right slid down the back of her thigh as she continued to whimper as her hips remained pressed tight to his. He hadn't imagined anything like that happening that night, but he certainly wasn't about to complain. It was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced and it only made him look forward to making love to her all the more, especially when he felt her trembling lips press a kiss to the side of his neck. He watched her as she lifted her head and ran her right hand through her hair as she looked at him with shining green eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen pink lips.

"You okay?" he asked her softly with a small grin on his lips and instead of answering him right away, she smiled at him before she kissed him gently as her hand returned to his chest.

"Better than okay," she said softly and he smiled fully at her. She didn't know why she continued to do it, but once again Camilla found herself comparing Paul to Travis. Paul looked seemingly content and happy that she had found release. He was asking for nothing in return as he smiled at her and moved his hands to rest on her waist as he looked at her with a look of pure adoration. Travis wouldn't have even let her do what she had just done because it did nothing for him, but Paul only proved to her once again that there are indeed better men out there and she had somehow managed to snag herself one. "What about you?" she asked as her right hand moved to the side of his face.

"Oh, I'm good," he said with a smile and despite what had just transpired between them, Camilla couldn't help but blush as she looked at him. She could still feel him throbbing below her and she had the sudden urge to return the favor. After kissing him chastely she pulled away from him and crawled from his lap. She stepped out of the high heels on her feet before she moved to her knees in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as her eyes locked with his. "W-what are you doing?" he asked as her hands slid up his legs and moved to his leather belt.

She didn't answer him, she simply held his gaze and unbuckled his belt before she unzipped his pants and reached into his boxers. She really shouldn't have been surprised to find how big he was given his height and size, but she was and she felt her body start to respond to the thoughts that filled her mind of him making love to her. Paul's hands gripped the cushion of the sofa underneath him so hard he was pretty sure he was going to tear it as Camilla's small hand wrapped around him and pulled him free of the cotton of his boxers. His chest rose and fell quickly as Camilla's eyes left his and her mouth encased him.

"Fuck," he roared as his head fell back and he closed his eyes. His right hand relinquished its hold on the cushion before he lifted his head, opened his eyes, and laced his fingers into Camilla's hair as she worked her magic on him. Camilla had only done what she was doing a handful of times, but it was obvious by Paul's reaction and encouragement that she was doing something right.

"Camilla," he breathed when he felt himself start to reach the edge, he was trying to warn her, but she paid him no mind and focused solely on what she was doing.

She could tell he was close, she didn't know how she knew but she knew, and it only spurred her on. A minute later Paul growled out her name as he exploded into her mouth. Camilla swallowed quickly and when she was finished, she sat back on her ankles and looked at him as she wiped at her mouth with the back of her right hand. He was breathing heavily as he sat there with his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath and Camilla smiled to herself, happy that it was her that made Paul look like he had just had the best orgasm of his life.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and lifted his head. He looked at her as he fixed himself, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping them up before he reached out for her and pulled her up before he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her deeply and no doubt tasting himself on her lips. That was another thing, Camilla noted, that Travis would never do. After she 'took care of him' he would never kiss her; but Paul was kissing her like she was his lifeline as he pulled her up onto the sofa with him, never breaking the kiss while he laid her back on the cushion beside him. Slowly, he broke the kiss and looked down at her. His eyes were swimming with so much emotion that the intensity of the way he was looking at her broke down the final bit of the wall she had put around her heart and without thinking, the words came tumbling out.

"I love you," she said and Paul stared down at her, his possible growing even more intense as a slow smile made its way across his lips. She blushed as she smiled back at him and while his left hand supported his weight above her, his right made its way to her face.

"I love you too, Camilla. You have no idea how much," he said softly and she knew he didn't say it just to say it back to her. His actions earlier in the night and throughout their relationship came flooding back to her as she laid there looking up at him with tear filled eyes, and she knew that without a doubt he truly did love her back.

Camilla was on cloud nine for two days after her date/evening with Paul and she was expecting said man for lunch that Monday afternoon. Seth was also going to be joining him, and in all honesty Camilla was looking forward to Seth coming over because Avery had been a little fussy that morning and he seemed to have a way with her that always surprised Camilla.

Avery was settled in her play pen near the kitchen table, seemingly satisfied for now as rolled onto her stomach and played with her toys, while Camilla set to fixing lunch for that afternoon. Since Paul had to work on Sunday, Sam had given him Monday off, and Paul had called her that morning while she had been feeding Avery to tell her he'd be over with Seth in tow. She was looking forward to seeing Paul and as she reheated the beef stew she had made with her mother the day before on the stove she was humming to herself. She had biscuits on a pan waiting to go in the preheated oven when Paul and Seth arrived and her eyes were going from the pot to the clock and to Avery as she waited for them to get there.

A knock on door made a bright smile light up Camilla's face before she wiped her hands on the kitchen towel. One glance at Avery Camilla decided to leave her daughter in the play pen before she quickly made her way down the short foyer hall. She unlocked the door without even looking in the peephole before she swung it open.

"I was wondering . . .," her voice trailed off when she realized it wasn't Paul and Seth standing the porch like she had been expecting. The smile fell from her face as dread filled her stomach, as the familiar blue eyes of the sandy haired man in front of her met her green eyes.

"Hi Cam," he said evenly and Camilla felt sick as she struggled to find her voice.

"Travis," she managed before she swallowed hard.