Chapter 14

AN: I don't own Twilight.

Second part of the chapter has some Paul in so I hope you enjoy it.

We'd been back at school for a week now and every single day Paul kept asking me if I'd say yes to marry him one day, and to be honest, it was really starting to get on my nerves.

We were sitting on my bed, looking through the pictures that Kim and Jared sent us of their honeymoon, when he asked me again.

"V, if I ask you to marry me, will you say yes?" Paul asked with a serious look on his face.

I gave a frustrated sigh and turned to look him straight in the eyes.

"No, Paul," I told him with a straight face, "I'm going to dump you, buy a dog and name him Jack, then take him to Vegas and get married by a fat bald guy in a diaper."

I felt a little guilty when Paul's face fell, the hurt look on his face made my heart break and when he pulled away it felt like there was an empty void in my heart.

"You know I was only kidding, right?" I asked him softly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

His face lit up as he pulled me into his lap and nuzzled my neck.

"So you're not going to buy a dog named Jack?" he questioned playfully, running his nose along the base of my neck.

"Well…we could always buy a dog and name him Jack," I said, dragging my hands through his hair, "but I promise I won't run off with him."

I giggled as he placed soft kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck and shoulder. My giggles soon turned into quiet moans as he playfully nipped at the skin.

I wiggled on his lap, accidentally grinding against him. He growled, the sound causing a rumbling in his chest, and flipped us over so that I was lying on my back. Paul hovered above me, resting on his forearm, as he used his other hand to trace his finger along my cheek. I smiled as his lips brushed against my forehead, the tip of my nose and my chin. He gave me a quick peck on my lips before continuing his downward descend.

His lips dragged down my neck, pausing every now and then to nibble on my skin, and stopped at my collarbone. His hand moved from its resting place at my neck to unbutton the first button of my shirt. Pausing, his hand hovering over the next button, he looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes.

Paul placed a kiss at the base of my throat before pushing the next button through the hole. With each button coming undone he place a kiss on my exposed skin, sometimes nipping at the skin and other times barely grazing my skin with his lips.

When the last button came undone he sat up and pulled my shirt off, throwing it on the floor. My hands immediately reached for the hem of his t-shirt, tugging it up impatiently. When he pushed my hands away I couldn't help but to pout.

"It's only fair, you know," I told him.

With a dramatic sigh Paul made a big show of pulling off his shirt, slowly dragging the material up to reveal the smooth copper coloured skin that clung to his muscles.

Swoon!

Once his shirt joined mine on the floor he was hovering above me once again. I linked my fingers around his neck, playing with the soft hair at the base, as he placed soft kisses on my lips.

As our kisses became more insistent, my hands travelled from his neck down to explore the expanse of his back. I whimpered as his muscles contracted under my exploring hands and instinctively started to grind against him.

Paul growled and shifted against me, causing the most delicious friction I have ever felt. His hand went down to my breast, cupping and kneading it as he nipped and sucked at my neck.

I gasped as desire spread through my body like wildfire, zooming in on my core. Paul stopped his assault on my neck and leaned back. Taking in a deep breath, a victorious smile appeared on his face.

He had a look on his face that said he knew exactly what he was doing to me and he loved every second of it.

I rolled my eyes at his unspoken cockiness and pulled his lips down to mine for another mind numbingly fantastic kiss.

We were just getting into the groove of things when we were unceremoniously interrupted by,

"Girl look at that body, I work out. I'm sexy and I know it."

I giggled at his ringtone as I felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Paul reluctantly got off of me and yanked his phone out of his pocket. He glared at it like he was seriously considering throwing it against the wall before grudgingly answering it.

He yelled into the phone at the person on the other end, reprimanding them for even thinking about changing his ringtone, before his tone turned soft and he gave them hearty congratulations. Saying goodbye, he came over and sat down next to me, loosely resting his arm on my shoulders and glaring at my now buttoned shirt.

"Well Kim and Jared are back from their honeymoon," he said as I looked at him curiously.

"And…?"

"And what?"

"Why did you congratulate them?"

"Well aren't you a nosy one," he teased, earning himself a heated glare. "Alright, alright, before you melt my face off with that look…"

Paul deliberately paused again until I was bouncing in my seat.

"They're pregnant," he told me.

"That's great," I yelled, remembering Kim's sadness before the wedding at not being able to get pregnant. "They've been trying for a while now."

Paul looked shocked and a little impressed as he tightened his arm around my shoulders.

"It's good to see you're getting along with the other imprints," he said, pressing his lips to my temple.

At that moment Bianca burst into the room.

"Alright, Love birds, it's time for mister hunky to leave," she commanded with a stern look on her face and her hands on her hips.

Paul gave her one look before giving me a soft kiss on the lips and reluctantly left our apartment.

"Okay," Bianca squealed. "Girl time!"

-o0o-

After being unceremoniously kicked out of my girlfriend's apartment by her annoying little roommate I headed up to my room.

As I flopped down on my bed the black velvet box sitting patiently on the dresser caught my eye. I smiled as I thought back to our conversation, reaching over to grab the little black box.

I opened the box and gazed at the ring inside, the light was bouncing off of the little diamond creating tiny rainbows on the wall. Carefully I took the ring out of the box and placed it in the palm of my hand. The already small ring looked absolutely minuscule in my big hand.

The ring belonged to my great grandmother and had been passed down from generation to generation. My dad gave it to me on the day of Kim and Jared's wedding, telling me that he could see how happy I am and that he knows the time will come when I'll need a ring – and the time will come sooner than I think.

I placed the ring back into its box and placed it in my drawer and away from any prying eyes – like my friends and their soul mates.

After making sure that the ring was secure I lay back on the bed with my arms behind my head. I closed my eyes and dreamt of a future that I wanted more than anything.

AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter.

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See you in two weeks.