Oh god, this man kissed like no other. I could feel my body begging for more. It was like an automatic addiction. Am I actually falling for this man? Or am I just lusting over him? I don't know, but he makes my body feel like it's on fire.

His hand slid down to cup my rear, and I knew exactly where this night would take us. I wanted this. I wanted this so bad but my subconscious was yelling at me, telling me that I needed to stop and think about this.

But every single time I tried to pull away, Paul pulled me back. Each kiss grew deeper, more passionate and needy. This man wanted this just as bad as I do. I needed him to stop. At some point, I think it was when he started massaging my boob, was when I gave up. Paul lifted me up, carrying me to his bed. I felt myself being lowered down and onto his bed.

There was no way I could talk at this point. I just gave in. He pulled off my clothes, throwing them to the ground. He leaned next to my head, lips close to my ear.

"I don't like smelling anyone from the pack on you. It's unnerving." He murmured hotly.

I let a soft moan escape my lips. I moved my hands to unbutton his shorts, and Paul kicked them off. He picked up my naked body and moved me to the middle of the bed. He hovered over me, staring into my eyes.

I couldn't look away. I didn't know if this was the best time to ask, but when is it ever? I've always been told that I had bad timing.

"Paul, before we...I need to..."

His lips cut me off as they pressed against mine. Apparently whatever I wanted to say, he didn't want to hear.

"Bella," He smiled. "this is such an awkward time and I should have asked you before, but will you be my girlfriend?"

I bit my lower lip. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was laying naked under him, his brown eyes gazing into mine as he awaited for my answer. It was too surreal.

"Yes." I whispered.

His smile widened. "Really?"

I looked at him oddly. "Why wouldn't I say yes?"

Paul sat up, and I sighed. I didn't want to stop now.

"Because I know you're a little freaked out about the whole Rachel thing."

I sat upright. "I'm not." I lied.

"Bella," He looked down with an amused expression. "I've got heightened senses. I can tell when you're lying. As soon as I bring her up, your heart race increases."

Wow, way to go, Bella. Your own anatomy is betraying you. What if Rachel says that she wants him? Paul wouldn't even think twice before accepting her. And what the hell will happen to me? I don't know if I'll ever be able to fall out of love with someone.

I took hold of his hand. "Yeah, you're right." I admitted. "I'm just...I'm just worried that she'll want you and that you'll accept. I know it sounds selfish, but you are imprinted to her. Whatever she wants...you give."

Paul threw his head back and laughed. "Why does everyone think that imprinting turns us werewolves into slaves? Yes, our wolf wants to make them happy, but it's not necessarily with what they want. If she did say she wanted me, I have the option to say no. If the man is not in love with her, then they're not in love." An odd moment of silence was followed. "I was an ass to you for a reason." He shook his head. "Not a very good reason, but it was valid at the time...I just didn't know what the hell was going on with Rachel. I mean, when I said I had feelings for you, I already imprinted on her. And just like everyone else, I thought I had to be with her, you know, like a partner."

I didn't say anything. I remember smacking him, and I was only seventeen. Now I'm twenty-one. That was four years ago. Four years of Paul hiding his feelings from me and everyone else.

"Paul, I didn't know-"

"Yeah, I know, babe." He interrupted, sighing.

"So that night...you really did care what happened to me." I clarified.

He stared at me. "Bella, I always worry about you. You're part of our big family. If you're wondering whether or not I acted the way I did that night because of of my feelings for you, then yeah. I was an ass because I tried so hard to hide my feelings."

I half-smiled. "My answer's still a yes."

He scrunched his eyebrows together. "Are you sure? If you're serious, that means we have to tell the pack sooner or later."

I nodded, closing the gap between us to kiss him. He didn't try to fight it. He pushed me back, so that he was hovering over me again. I brought both my hands up to his face, caressing him. His hands held onto my hips as he pulled away, burying his face into my neck. He positioned himself between my legs, and I was begging for him to be inside me.

He pressed the tip of his cock at the entrance and pushed in slowly. I let out a hiss. He held me close as he started thrusting. He picked up his pace, and I closed my eyes. But it just wasn't enough. I turned us around, so that he was laying on his back and I was straddling him. I rode him hard and fast, and I felt his nails dig into my skin. He whimpered, biting his bottom lip.

It was incredible, the feeling. It was hot, sexy, and so god damn good. It felt like all my nerves were tingling, my muscles tensing unexpectedly before completely relaxing.

Paul stopped me by placing both his hands on my hips, then proceeded to fuck up and into me. His pace was incredibly fast, hard, and I knew he was close. A few more thrusts and then both of us came. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut as I rode through our orgasms.

I pulled off of him, moving to the side. I laid down, panting into the pillow.

Then suddenly the door flew open. Paul rushed to pull the blankets over us, me hiding underneath the sheets as I muttered cuss words to myself. I peeked through the blankets, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that it was Jared who barged in.

"I knew you and Leah were fuck-" I could feel Jared stare at me through the hole I was peeking through. "That's not Leah..." He concluded.

"No, dumbass, why in the hell would you think me and ice qu-" I hissed at Paul. "I mean, why would you think I'd be sleeping with Leah?"

Jared smirked at his best friend. "'Cause you and Leah have been acting strangely for the past month. You've also been very happy, so I knew you were getting some." Jared focused on me. "And also pisses to hide your smell, so it was really hard to track whoever was with him. It's like a dog marking its territory."

"Yeah, we found out about it once when Jared pissed on Sam's house." Paul added, cracking a smile.

"In my defense, I needed to pee really badly when he ordered me to come over." Jared tried to suppress his laughter.

"Dude get you're facts straight before you accuse me of fucking Leah." Paul sighed, running his hands through his hair.

"No shit, man," Jared said, glancing back at me. "you're fucking Bella instead! How long's this been going on?"

Paul glanced over at me, and I peeked up from under the covers.

"A little over a month." Paul explained. "I wanted to tell you, but I wasn't sure what this was before tonight."

Jared sighed, feeling the unspoken awkwardness in the room. "Okay, I'll give you that, but next time you keep something like this from me again, we're no longer BFFs."

Paul chuckled. "I thought we agreed that 'BFFs' was a term only rich, white girls used." They both busted out laughing, though I couldn't see why it was funny. Guess it was some sort of inside joke.

I looked down at myself, noticing the sheets wrapped around me and most importantly, why they were wrapped around me.

"Um, I don't mean to interrupt your bromancing, but there's a reason why we're still wearing bedsheets."

Jared managed to control his laughter, staring at me with an apologetic look before nodding. "Right, well, call me when you guys are good." Then he walked out of the room.

"Well he seemed alright with this." I commented, grabbing my t-shirt from the floor.

Paul smiled. "It helped when I told him I had a thing for you. He was rooting for us."

"You told Jared that you liked me?"

Paul looked at me. "Like the big dummy said," Paul shrugged. "we're BFFs." He pulled on his pants.

After I got dressed, I walked over to Paul and he held me in his arms. I was sitting between his legs, my head resting against his chest. He planted a kiss on the top of my head. "Could you tell me what happened after Jared pissed on Sams house?"

Paul began to laugh again. "Sam went insane! The house smelt like Jared for a week. Every time Sam needed to piss, he'd piss all around the outside of his house, trying to make it smell not so much like Jared." I immediately imagined Sam running around the outside of his house, peeing.

Paul got up, and I followed him to the living room. Jared stepped in again, closing the front door.

"We need to get Bella back to Leah and Seth's A.S.A.P.!" Jared said, voice slightly panicked. "Jake's on his way to see her."

I gasped, my heart rate picking up. Without warning, Paul swung me over his shoulder and bolted out the door. Jared followed us, running behind. He glanced at us every so often, winking or smiling. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on not getting motion sickness or think about what would happen if Jake found out about my relationship with Paul.

Jared better keep his mouth shut.

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