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Chapter Fifteen

Two weeks after the rather eventful evening that was the beach bonfire, Camilla was running on fumes as she finished her unexpected double shift at the diner. She had to cancel her date with Paul that night after Gina had called in sick, and Paul had been more than a little disappointed. Camilla was too, especially since they hadn't been on an actual date since before the bonfire.

Seth had taken care of Avery all day and when she called on her break at seven he was still there. Teresa had laughed as she told her that Seth was insistent on staying until Avery was tucked into bed because she and Peter had worked all day, and he was more than happy to take care of the little girl while they rested from their busy days. Camilla had smiled as her mother prattled on about how Seth was such a nice boy and that his future wife was going to be a lucky girl because he was a pure natural with babies.

At that Camilla had to roll her eyes because her mother had no idea that she was undoubtedly talking about her own granddaughter in the far distant future. It was then that she wondered how she was going to explain that to her parents when the time came. However, she figured that she would figure something out when the time came.

It had taken her a little over a week to fully understand what it was that Seth felt for Avery. She knew that she had no real reason to worry, but the small doubting voice in the back of her head had been hard to ignore. She had been true to her word and closely watched how he interacted with Avery, and found that he was no different with her than how she, her parents, and even Paul were with the little girl. However, he did seem to be a little overly protective, especially now that Avery was crawling and pulling herself up into standing positions with the help of the coffee table or chair. Camilla knew that Avery was definitely going to be walking soon and Camilla only hoped that she would actually be there when her daughter took her first steps.

Sighing, Camilla glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled to herself before she returned her attention to the table in front of her. It was almost ten-thirty, closing time, and thankfully the place was empty, so, she and Diane, her co-worker and Mack's wife, were wiping down tables and refilling the napkin dispensers, salt and pepper shakers, etc. Diane was manning the counter refilling everything while Camilla wiped down the tables and put the chairs up to get ready to sweep and mop the floor. Mack was in the back doing the books for the day after he had cleaned up the kitchen.

"How did that boyfriend of yours take you cancelling on him?" Diane asked and Camilla smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at the older plump woman before she looked back at the table.

"He wasn't very happy, but he understood," Camilla said.

"When am I actually going to meet this boy?" Diane asked. "You know, I have to approve of him before the relationship can continue." Camilla laughed as she finished wiping off the last table and brought the bottle of cleaner and rag to the counter and stood beside Diane, who was looking at her curiously.

Diane was a very nice woman, with a bit of a wild side to her, and she was a Forks transplant, who moved to the tiny town a year and a half ago after marrying Mack. The pair had met in Seattle five years earlier and had maintained a relationship even though Mack lived in Forks and Diane remained in Seattle. However, Mack had bit the bullet and asked her to marry him. She said yes of course and since Mack's life was his diner, Diane moved to Forks and had told Camilla that she had never been happier. Plus, while Diane was only a few years younger than Camilla's mother the woman was more like a friend and older sister to Camilla.

"You'll meet him eventually, I promise," Camilla said and Diane hummed. "He works just as much as I do, and our schedules don't always coordinate."

"Well, it better be someday soon," Diane said and Camilla laughed once again as she put the bottle of cleaner where it belonged and tossed the rag into its designated bucket.

"I'll work on it," she said as she started towards the back.

"Mhmm," Diane hummed again, making Camilla chuckle as she pushed open the swinging door. She smiled when she saw that Mack had already pulled the push broom out for her and had fixed the mop water for her in the wheeling bucket. As she took hold of the broom and the mop handle to push the bucket, the bell above the diner door chimed.

"Sorry, we're closing up for the night," she heard Diane say.

"That's okay. I'm actually here for Camilla," came a familiar voice and she couldn't help but smile as she pushed open the door and saw Paul standing just inside the diner door.

"Hey," Camilla said and Paul's smile was instant as he looked her way.

"Hi," he said before he was quick to her side and took the broom and mop from her hands. As he did so, he leaned down and kissed her chastely before he smiled brightly when he saw her blush as she looked up at him.

"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly and he shrugged.

"Does a guy really need a reason to see his girl?" he asked and Camilla's blush only deepened while Diane cleared her throat, causing both of their eyes to turn to her.

"So, is this the boyfriend?" she asked, her hand on her waist, which made Camilla smile.

"Paul, this is Mack's wife, Diane; Diane, this is my boyfriend, Paul," Camilla said.

"Nice to meet you, Diane," he said and Diane grinned.

"You too," she said before Paul turned his eyes back to Camilla.

"Do you just have to sweep and mop?" he asked and she nodded. "All right," he said before he started to walk away with her broom and mop bucket with him.

"Where are you going?" Camilla asked.

"I got this," he said with a grin and a wink before he walked away to the other side of the diner and started to sweep up. Camilla watched him for a beat, blinking a few times before she heard Diane chuckle. Shrugging, she moved over to the counter to help Diane finish refilling the salt and pepper shakers.

"Oh, honey, you are one lucky girl," Diane said in a whisper once Camilla reached her side and Camilla nodded. Diane was whispering, but the grin she saw flutter across Paul's face told Camilla that he easily heard the woman. "Now, I love Mack more than anything, but if he looked like that boy, we'd never leave the bedroom."

"Diane!" Camilla hissed quietly as she felt her cheeks blaze red while Diane chuckled.

"What?" Diane said back in a whisper and with a grin on her face.

"You're terrible," Camilla said, unable to stop the smile from forming on her lips despite her red cheeks.

"I bet he isn't," Diane said and Camilla swore she heard Paul choke, but he wisely covered it with a small cough. "Well?" Diane asked and Camilla's blush remained since she had no real answer for the woman. They still hadn't gone any further than simple touches or kisses since their first date, but Camilla knew thanks to that night that when they finally did take that next step that Diane was probably right about never wanting to leave the bedroom. "Don't tell me you haven't . . . are you insane?" Diane asked and Camilla rolled her eyes when Paul coughed once again, that time covering up a laugh.

"It just hasn't happened yet, but it will," Camilla said with a soft sigh as she returned her eyes to the pepper shaker in her hand before she started filling it while Diane chuckled softly once more.

"Judging by that look on your face the sooner the better, right?" Diane asked as she playfully nudged Camilla's side and Camilla laughed quietly with her before she chanced a glance at Paul as she carefully replied to Diane's inquisition.

"You have no idea," Camilla said and she saw the broom handle break in Paul's hand, but she didn't hear it because of Diane's loud laugh. Paul looked over his shoulder, his darkened eyes finding Camilla's light eyes across the distance of the diner. Camilla grinned, her cheeks pink, at the look that was on Paul's face before she returned her eyes to her task. She had a feeling it was going to be a long ride home.

"That was evil," Paul whispered as he pinned Camilla against her car about fifteen minutes later after Mack and Diane had left and she and Paul were on their own in the small parking lot of the diner.

"What was evil?" she asked innocently as she brought her hands to rest on his t-shirt clad chest, a tine smile tugging at the corners of her lips. He raised his right hand from her waist and brushed away her windswept hair from her eyes as he grinned.

"Don't pretend you don't know," he said and Camilla laughed quietly as she looked up at him under the yellow glow of the streetlight that lit the parking lot. "It wasn't funny."

"Yes it was, and you owe us a new broom," she said and he scoffed.

"I fixed it," he said and Camilla laughed once more.

"You duct taped it," she said and he shrugged.

"It still works," he said, smiling, and Camilla rolled her eyes. However, before she could respond, Paul's lips were on hers, effectively silencing whatever she had been about to say and making the thought completely leave her brain as her right hand laced through his short hair. Suddenly, Paul's right pocket started vibrating and he tore his lips from hers with a growl. "Damn it," he hissed and Camilla smiled as Paul reluctantly stepped back and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. "What?" he asked after bringing the phone to his ear, his fire filled dark eyes focused down on Camilla as she fixed the top of her uniform, putting it back in place. "What? Jared's supposed to-," Paul stopped speaking to whoever had called him before he rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, a small growl escaping his lips once more as he lowered his hand. "Fine. I'm on my way." He hung up his phone and looked at Camilla.

"You have to go?" she asked and he nodded.

"Jared was supposed to be on patrol through the night, but he cooked dinner for Kim tonight and gave her food poisoning," he said and Camilla's eyebrows rose. "Yeah, none of us are exactly good in the kitchen."

"Good to know," she said and Paul chuckled quietly despite his anger of not getting to spend a little more time with her. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine, just sick as all get out, and I've been called to duty." Camilla nodded and it was then that she realized she didn't see his truck anywhere.

"Where's your truck?" she asked.

"I'm usually faster on foot," he said and she laughed lightly.

"I suppose you are," she said and he smiled at her before he pulled the dark t-shirt from his body and Camilla's eyes narrowed her eyes at him as his perfectly sculpted torso was revealed to her eyes. "Now who's evil?" she asked and he chuckled before he held his t-shirt out to her and actually flexed his pectoral muscles

"Hold on to this for me?" he asked quietly and she sighed before she took it, her eyes seemingly glued to his bare chest. "My eyes are up here you know," he said with another chuckle, and a pink cheeked Camilla turned her eyes back up to his. He smiled at her once again before he took hold of her chin and kissed her chastely. "Love you," he whispered and she smiled at him.

"I love you too," she said back and he kissed her softly once more before he pulled away from her and jogged into the woods, disappearing from her sight. Camilla sighed softly before she looked down at the dark blue t-shirt in her hands before she smiled. She had just gotten herself a new night shirt and she had no plans on ever giving it back to him.

Camilla was in a warm cocoon of blankets when a weight settling on the side of her bed woke her from her pleasant dreams that were filled with Paul thanks to the little show he had put on for her that night. She stiffened and stifled a scream until she heard a familiar chuckle.

"Relax, Camilla, it's just me," came Paul's voice and Camilla untangled herself from the covers before she sat up and turned on her bedside light. Paul was smiling at her as her eyes adjusted to the light and she rubbed her eyes before she looked at her alarm clock. It was one forty-five in the morning. She'd been in bed for almost two hours and she thought he was supposed to be on patrol.

"I thought you were supposed to be on patrol," she whispered as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"I am, but I made a little detour," he whispered back.

"How did you get in here?" she asked and he chuckled.

"I know where the spare key is," he said evenly and she remembered telling both him and Seth where the spare key was in case there was ever an emergency the other day.

"Right," she said quietly.

"Nice shirt," he said with a smile and Camilla chuckled as she looked down at the dark blue shirt he had put in her hands a few hours ago before she looked back at him. She had changed into it as she got ready for bed and since she was basically swimming in it, the hem ending almost at her knees, she was only wearing underwear underneath the t-shirt.

"Thanks," she said. "It's new."

"New to you, you mean," he said as he slid his body closer to her and she smiled at him with a shrug.

"Aren't you going to get in trouble with Sam?" she asked quietly and it was Paul's turn to shrug his shoulders slightly as he moved even closer to her.

"Quil and Embry are on patrol tonight too, and right now, I really don't care what Sam says or does," he said softly before he raised his right hand to the side of her face and brought his lips down onto hers. Camilla easily returned Paul's kiss and as his hand left her face and settled on her waist, her arms made their way around his broad shoulders.

It didn't take long for Camilla to find herself lying back on her bed with Paul's body covering hers and the blankets that had been between them were a distant memory as Paul's jeans rubbed roughly against her bare legs. Paul's hand slid along the outside of her thigh and slowly started to push up the hem of her t-shirt, and Camilla was letting him until she remembered her parents' bedroom, was across the hall, and Avery was in her nursery next door.

"Hold on," she whispered after she tore her lips from his and looked up at him, breathlessly, as she tried to gather her wits about her.

"What is it?" he asked.

"My parents are across the hall," she whispered and Paul grinned.

"I can be quiet if you can," he said and Camilla bit her lower lip as she looked up at him. "Come on, Camilla," he whispered before he brushed his lips over hers. His warm breath washed over her and she sighed quietly as his lips trailed a fire trail down her jaw and to her neck, where he playfully nipped the sensitive skin of her neck.

"I don't know," she whispered, her hesitation melting away as he kissed along her neck and massaged her sides by making small circles on her waist.

"You know you want to, baby," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers through her body as his warm lips brushed against her ear. His right hand slowly slid up her side and cupped her left breast through the fabric of her shirt and she gasped as she arched her back into Paul's touch while his lips returned to her neck. Her resolve broke and she wrapped her legs around his waist as her arms went around his shoulders. Paul's kiss moved from her neck to her lips and kissed her soundly.

Camilla's body felt like it was on fire as Paul's hands resumed their exploration, and it was only minutes until she was free of her t-shirt and the only barriers between their bodies was Camilla's underwear and Paul's cut offs. Every nerve ending in Camilla's body was on high and every place Paul touched or kissed her made her feel like she was about to explode. She felt his right hand slip into her damp underwear she literally had to bite her tongue to hold back the loud moan from escaping her mouth as his hot finger slipped in between her wet folds.

"Fuck," she heard him whisper as he kissed her neck again and her nails scraped along his back as she was doing her best to hold in her whimpers and moans as Paul toyed with her.

"Too many clothes," Camilla rushed out as her hands found their way to the button of his shorts and Paul grinned down at her as he let her push away his shorts before she took him into her hand and softly pulled on him. He groaned quietly as he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against hers before he slowly pulled his hand away from her, making her whimper before he literally tore her underwear from her body. She gasped as Paul moved back from her and completely removed his shorts from his body before he once again covered her body with his.

"I love you," he said as he looked down at her and she smiled back up at him before her hands found his face.

"I love you too," she said back easily and he kissed her chastely as his left hand gently took hold of her right hip before his right guided his body into hers as they kissed. Camilla threw her arms around his shoulders as his heat slowly filled her body and as his hips met hers, Camilla was sure she had never felt more whole in her life.

Camilla gasped quietly as she woke up in a tangled mess of her sheets and comforter and with a heavy moan she realized that it had all been a dream. She was covered in sweat and her body was aching in all too familiar places as she raised a trembling hand to her forehead. A glance at her alarm clock told her that it was just past three in the morning and Camilla knew that there was no way she was going to get back to sleep with the adrenaline pumping through her body and the ache between her legs.

Sighing, she climbed from her bed after untangling herself and ran her hand through her hair before she stood on shaky legs. A cold shower was the only thing, at that moment anyway, that was going to allow her body to relax; so, as quietly as possible Camilla made her way to the bathroom. A very large part of her wanted to find Paul in her bedroom waiting for her when she finished up in the bathroom, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. If it was, she could finally put an end to the dreams she was having because reality would be so much sweeter than the fantasies her mind came up with.