Chapter 15

AN: I don't own Twilight.

Because I am awesome (yes I am, you can't deny it) you're getting this chapter five days early. So go forth and enjoy.

It was Saturday and I had been walking around with the ring burning a hole in my pocket. I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to give Veronica the ring. I tried to keep my plan to myself during our weekly phasing session, but apparently I didn't keep my thoughts to myself like I had wanted to.

"Seriously, dude, just tell her," Embry said after we phased back.

"Yeah, man, it's not like she's going to say no," Jacob added as he pulled his shorts on.

I yanked my cut-offs on while rolling my eyes at my friends.

"Who's not going to say no?" Emma asked as we walked out of the little make-shift forest at the back of our apartment.

"Nobody," I mumbled as I watched her give Jake a searing kiss.

My chest ached as I watched my friend and his imprint, suddenly missing mine even more. Veronica had tests all week and I barely saw her. When she finally had some time to spare, her annoying roommate dragged her away for a day at the spa. Did I mention how much I dislike her right now?

"I think you should give it to her, Paul," Emma told me, having gone on with their conversation while I was thinking about my imprint.

"Yeah, she'll love it," Addie added.

"Well, as soon as I get a few minutes alone with her I'll do it," I grumbled, taking off in the direction of the park to run off some of my anger.

Back home I was always known for my anger and lack of control, Sam even had Jared babysit me – his words, not mine – for the first few weeks after I phased. Even though I was known as volatile and angry, the girls couldn't get enough of me and it worked for me, but ever since I imprinted my temper has mellowed and there's only one girl for me.

I should tell Veronica that, I thought to myself as I increased my pace, chuckling at what her reaction would be to that.

As I was running I felt a slight tug at my chest and veered off my path to follow it. While I ran I was so busy concentrating on the tug that I didn't look where I was going and ran head first – or should I say, chest first – into a very unlucky person.

Said unlucky person fell onto the ground with a loud oomph and glared at me through her hair. Warm, red hair that suddenly looked very familiar.

"Watch where you're going," she said haughtily as she tried to push herself off the ground.

I held my hand out to her and pulled her off the ground and into my chest, smiling at the little glare she gave me.

"Seriously, Paul, are you trying to kill me?" she asked, relaxing into my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist.

"I'm sorry, baby," I apologised, rubbing her lower back to make sure it wasn't hurt. "Did you have fun at the spa?"

"Oh, yeah, we had a blast."

Bianca, the annoying friend, made her presence known.

"We got loads of treatments," she babbled, "and we had the hottest guys giving us massages."

She sighed and stared dreamily into space.

"Guys? What guys?" I asked, pulling away from Veronica to give her a stern look.

Veronica rolled her eyes and giggled at my expression.

"She's kidding, you idiot," she said, the corners of her mouth tugging into a smile. "Now kiss me before my lips freeze off."

Never one to refuse such a command I bent down and captured her lips, lightly nibbling before pulling her bottom lip into my mouth.

"Okay, okay, enough of that," Bianca said after pretending to gag. "You can continue that later. We have to finish the rest of our pamper day. Toodles."

She grabbed Veronica's hand and pulled her out of my grasp – she is really strong for such a tiny person. I huffed and glared at the back of her head, only smiling when Veronica gave me an apologetic look and blew me a kiss.

I waved at her sadly and made my way back to the apartment, planning to try and do something productive with my time as I wait for my imprint.

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"Are you sure about this, B?" I asked, pulling my skirt down to smooth it out.

"Positive," Bianca said reassuringly. "You have some well-deserved fun with your man tonight, while I go hang out with my boy toy."

"We could always go to his place," I offered.

"Don't be silly, V. At his place there are two other couples to consider; here you'll be all alone."

I blushed at her innuendo and laughed as she wiggled her eyebrows. There was a knock on the door and I tugged at my skirt again as Bianca went to answer it.

"Lover boy's here," she sang, grabbing her bag before giving me a hug. "Alright, be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. And for heaven's sake, don't make that wax be for nothing."

Paul's eyebrows shot into his hairline as Bianca waved and skipped out the door, letting it close behind her.

"She's so weird," I said, more to myself than to him.

"You got waxed?" Paul asked his Adam's apple bobbing as he gulped. "Where did you get waxed?"

"Oh, at the spa," I joked, "it was part of the treatment."

"You know that's not what I meant," Paul grumbled.

"No? Well, what did you mean?" I asked suggestively as I stalked toward him.

"I…uhm…which, which part of your body did you wax?" he stuttered, moving until his back was pressed against the door.

I raised my eyebrow, trying to hold back the giggles that were threatening to spill, as I pressed my body against his.

I stood on the tips of my toes and breathed into his ear, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Bianca was right, this whole being suggestive and seductive thing is fun.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, dragging my hand through his hair, and pulled his head down to mine. I lightly pressed my lips to his, softly running my tongue over them before sinking my teeth into the juicy flesh of his full bottom lip.

Suddenly Paul sprang to life, scooping me up and pressing me against the door. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as he growled, pressing his lips roughly against mine. I moaned into his mouth as he devoured my lips while carrying me to my room.

Groans and growls filled the room as he lay me down on my bed, placing slow, wet kisses down my neck and over my collarbone. His hands slowly travelled from behind my knee and up to my thighs, sending little shocks through my body.

"Do you mind if I take this off?" Paul asked tugging at the tights I wore under my skirt.

I shook my head and lifted my hips as he pulled the tights down my legs, brushing his skin against mine.

"Well, you definitely waxed your legs," he murmured when he finally had my legs bare.

I'm so glad I bought those wolf slippers, I thought, giggling as Paul tickled my feet.

His light, ticklish moves became hard and meaningful as he kneaded the muscles in my feet. I let out a soft moan as he brushed his lips against my ankles, first one side then the other.

His lips trailed up as he dragged his tongue over my calves, and behind my knee. I giggled as he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth, gasping at the pleasure that shot through my body as his teeth nipped at my skin.

He continued licking, sucking and nibbling his way up my legs, alternating between the two, until he placed a lingering kiss on the inside of my thigh and dragged himself up my body.

"Oh," I gasped as I felt something hard pressing against my hip.

And no it wasn't his…uhm…you know…

"Paul, what's in your pocket?" I asked, tugging at his hair to get his attention, which only made him growl and press against me harder.

"Paul?" I tried again, this time pulling harder.

"What?" he asked, looking slightly annoyed that he was stopped.

"Your pocket."

"What about my pocket?" he asked, his brows furrowed.

"What's in it?" I asked, sighing exasperatedly.

"Oh, right," he said, finally getting what I meant. "It's…uhm…for you."

He rolled off of me and onto his side before stuffing his hand in the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a little black velvet box.

I glanced at the box and then back at Paul, going back and forth between the two until I couldn't take the suspense and confusion anymore.

"What's that?"

"Open it," Paul said, handing me the box.

Okay…

I ran my fingers over the cover of the box before taking a deep breath and opening it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen. I gasped as I pulled it out of the box to get a better look at it.

"It's beautiful, Paul," I said in awe.

"It was my grandmother's," he told me, taking the ring and sliding it onto my finger. "She always said that the girl it fits is the girl for me. And it fits you perfectly."

Paul smiled brightly before placing a soft kiss over the ring.

"And I know what you're thinking," he said, looking at me seriously. "It's not an engagement ring. It's a promise ring and a placeholder for the real engagement ring that will someday sit proudly on your finger. It's my promise to love you forever and that you are the only girl for me."

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as he looked at me with such passion in his eyes. I flung myself into his arms and gave him a smacking kiss.

"I love it," I told him, "and I love you."

Paul gave a sigh of relief and pulled me into his arms as I admired the ring on my finger.

"It's really beautiful. I could stare at it all night."

"I'm sure we can think of some other ways to spend the night," Paul said suggestively as he kissed me behind the ear and down my neck.

I giggled as he tugged me down the bed and hovered above me. I buried my hands in his hair and pulled his bottom lip into my mouth, smiling proudly to myself as it made Paul growl again.

His hands grazed my ribs and brushed against my hips as he moved them down my body. They rested on my thighs before he dragged them slowly up my skirt, massaging the muscles as he moved higher.

Things couldn't be anymore perfect.

AN: The End…

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