Chapter 11

AN: Okay, so the content of this chapter came to me as I was laying half dead on the couch after exercising for the first time in I don't know how long - I'm so out of shape it's sad. Anyway...this chapter is a little longer than my usual chapters, but I hope you like it.

I know I promised Paul's POV this chapter, but it just didn't work out that way.

Oh, and I still don't own anything Twilight.

The sound of a slamming door woke me from my tear induced slumber and I sniffled as Bianca cautiously opened my bedroom door.

She took one look at my tear-stained face and swollen eyes before sitting down on my bed and pulling me into a tight hug like only a best friend can.

"Awe, sweetie, what happened?" she asked as she soothingly stroked my hair.

I proceeded to tell her all about them – I can't even think their names – leaving nothing out. After I poured my heart out to her, she continued to rock me back and forth, whispering soothing things until I felt a little calmer.

I pulled back and saw her usually smiling face pulled into an unpleasant scowl as she glared at the door. After making sure that I was alright she stood up and walked out of my room with a purpose.

"B, where are you going?" I asked my voice shaky and raw from all the crying.

"I am going to give him a piece of my mind," she huffed before storming out the door.

I wrapped my arms around myself as the sound of the slamming door echoed through the room. I sunk down onto the couch as I waited not so patiently for my friend to return from the obvious tongue lashing that she meant to give.

What I didn't expect though was Bianca stomping into the apartment with Paul right on her heels. He looked…terrible. His eyes were red and their puffiness rivalled mine, his clothes were dishevelled and he looked like he had been running his hand through his hair – a lot.

I stared blankly at Bianca as she practically pushed Paul into a seat, wondering what she had planned.

"I can see that you're confused, V, but you two have some serious talking to do," she said in an even voice, glaring at Paul as she spoke. "I am going out for a bit and this better be sorted by the time I come back."

If I hadn't felt so sad I probably would have laughed at her overdramatic waving and scolding routine.

This time she closed the door softly, almost gently, as if to keep the peace, when she left. I looked up at Paul and as he stared back at me I felt the tears start to well up in my eyes.

"Please don't cry," he whispered a pained look on his as I saw his hand twitch in my direction.

"I'm not," I mumbled through the wall of tears that were threatening to spill down my cheeks at any moment.

I looked down and fiddled with my fingers as I waited for him to talk, unsure of what to say to him.

"Will you please say something?" he begged, pulling me out of my stupor.

"What do you want me to say, Paul?" I asked indignantly. "Because right now all I can think about is her body wrapped around yours and that is an image I could've gone my whole life without needing to see and it will forever be etched into my skull."

I saw a small smile tug at the corner of his lips before he pulled it back into sad grimace.

"I know, and I am so, so sorry," he said as he shifted closer to me on the couch.

I could feel the need to sit closer to him pulsing through my veins, but I held back and pulled my knees up to my chest before wrapping my arms around them.

"There is one thing that I really need to know," I told him, trying my best to keep my face neutral as I looked into his dark brown eyes.

"What?" he asked cautiously, almost afraid.

"When did it happen?"

I saw a look of relief cross his handsome features before he composed himself and moved even closer to answer my question.

"It happened when I first got here, before classes started," he told me. "We hooked up a couple of times which, judging by the really unhappy expression on your face, you already knew about."

He grinned slowly at the look of disgust and jealousy on my face. I rolled my eyes and motioned for him to continue.

"Well, it didn't really go further than that, because once I saw you for the first time none of the girls from the past mattered to me anymore."

"Wait," I stopped him, the disbelief in my voice evident. "Are you saying that there was more than one?"

He gulped and looked guiltily at his lap, nodding his head.

"Before you I had kind of a revolving door where girls were concerned," he said, sheepishly running his hand through his hair. "But like I said, after I met you everything changed. You became the centre of my universe, youbecame the one person that means so much to me that I haven't even thought about another girl, let alone touched one, since we met."

I looked at him in disbelief, trying to wrap my head around what he just told me.

"I know this must be hard for you to understand, seeing as we only had our first official date today, but all I think about is you. When I wake up in the morning the first thing that pops into my head is that I get to see you and every night before I go to sleep I replay the day I got to spend with you."

I could feel tears well up in my eyes at the sincerity of his words, but I kept my mouth shut as I waited with baited breath for him to continue.

"Ever since I met you I changed. I became a better person. Just ask my friends, I'm sure they'd tell you the same thing."

He ran his hand through his hair again before taking hold of mine. Warmth shot through my body at his touch and my body quivered with the need to be near him, to hold him in my arms.

"The thing is, I really, really lo-like you, Veronica," he said softly as he ran his thumb over my skin, causing goose bumps to rise on my arms. "I really hope you like me too, because I plan on sticking around for a very long time."

The conviction with which he said those words made my heart beat about a million miles a minute as I soaked up everything he said so far.

"I am really, really sorry that I hurt you and I hope that you will forgive me and all of the stupid mistakes I've made before I met you, because I really don't think I could go on if you didn't…in fact, I know I won't be able to go on if I lose you."

A lone tear rolled down my cheek as I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck as I buried my face in his neck, inhaling his woodsy smell.

Paul wrapped his arms around my waist in surprise, holding onto me before pulling back and staring into my eyes.

"So, what do you say?" he asked nervously.

"I say, that if this is a dream I am going to be very upset when I wake up," I told him with a small smile.

"So you forgive me?" he asked, his face lighting up as I nodded my head.

He pulled his arm from around my waist and stroked his fingers down my cheek before cupping the back of my neck and pulling me closer.

He placed a gentle kiss on my lips, as if he was afraid that I would disappear. I tightened my arms around his neck as I pressed my lips firmly against his, making it very clear that I wasn't going anywhere.

Paul groaned softly and nibbled on my lip as I tangled my hands in his soft locks, pressing my body against his as he pulled me into his lap. After a few minutes of blissful – for lack of a better word – making out, he pulled back and placed soft kisses on my cheek, nose and neck, inhaling as his lips met the sensitive skin of my neck. I shivered as he nuzzled behind my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.

"Have I told you, you look really sexy tonight?" he whispered into my ear, upping the intensity of the shivers.

I gulped and shook my head, unable to form a sentence with my befuddled brain.

Paul chuckled as he saw my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

"Well you do," he whispered, scraping his teeth along my sensitive skin, drawing a moan from my lips. "Sexiest wolf ever."

My moan was cut short by the clearing of a throat and I reluctantly pulled away from Paul, snuggling into his embrace as I stared at his friends and my roommate.

"I think it's safe to say that you guys made up," one of his friends – Jake, I think – said with a grin on his face, his arms wrapped around a tall girl with piercing green eyes.

Bianca eyed Paul sceptically, her eyes darting between the two of us and his group of friends.

"Yes we have," I said as Paul tightened his arms around me.

"And we would like to continue making up, so if you don't mind…" Paul added, staring at the door and then at his friends, his meaning clear on what he wanted.

"Alright," his other friend said, smirking at him, "we get it. We're going, we're going."

Their group chuckled as his friend held up his hands in a surrendering way before wrapping them around his girlfriend and pulling her out of the door.

After everyone cleared out and only Bianca remained I gave her a pointed look at which she only rolled her eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm not staying," she said, her usual beaming smile back where it belonged. "I just came to check on you and to grab some clothes."

She said the latter wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, causing me to giggle.

"I'll be out of your hair in no time."

And she was. It took her about two minutes max to grab her clothes, blow me a kiss and waltz out the door.

"She really is something, that one," Paul said as he bent down to kiss my forehead.

"Yeah," I said with a soft sigh.

"She kind of reminds me of a friend of mine."

I turned my face to him, raising my eyebrow disbelief.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," he said with a chuckle. "This friend is happily married and has been for a very long time."

Pleased by his answer I pecked his lips before snuggling into his warm chest.

"Good," I mumbled, my words muffled by his shirt.

I yawned before I could stop and looked at Paul guiltily. He just smiled and picked me up as if I weighed nothing.

"As much as I would like to continue 'making up', I think it's time we got some sleep," he said as he carried me to my room.

"Are you staying," I asked softly, the idea of him leaving so soon terrified me.

"Only if you want me to," he said sincerely.

"I do," I told him seriously, "I just need to…uh…change first."

We both glanced down at my outfit, my face flushing as I caught Paul admiring my legs.

He saw the embarrassment on my face and gave me reassuring smile.

"I'll wait outside," he said, "call me when you're done."

I nodded and pulled my pj's on as fast as I could, taking less than a minute from when he closed the door to when I called him back in.

My mouth stretched into a very pleased smile when I saw that he had changed as well and was wearing only a pair of black boxers. My eyes trailed lazily over his body, taking in his magnificent abs and mentally tracing the V that led down to his…well, you know.

My face flushed a deep scarlet as I caught him eyeing my green boxer shorts and too-big t-shirt as I was eyeing his nearly naked body. He closed the door with a soft click and climbed into my bed, pulling me flush against his chest.

With a content sigh I snuggled further into him and closed my eyes as he kissed my temple. Soon I was drifting off to dreams of many wonderful things that would hopefully be happening in the very near future.

AN: So what did you think?

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