Tell No Lies

Cruel Summer

Paul hadn't intended to stay out patrolling around the house all night. Really, he hadn't. But Jared had been there and the two got to discussing the odd moment with Mae. Once Paul had calmed down (and Jared threatened to kick his ass more than once) he went back to the house, but it was beyond late and Roisin was already asleep.

So, he had crawled into bed next to her and passed out almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The next morning, he woke up to find Roisin once again in his arms, her blue eyes staring into his as she smiled softly.

"You're kinda cute when you sleep, you know?" she asked. Paul chuckled.

"Some people find watching other people sleep weird, you know?" he replied.

"Do you find it weird?" she asked.

"Not when it's you," he answered. He then leaned down and kissed her.

Really, he only intended for it to be a quick, good morning kiss. But he couldn't help it if his imprint kissed him in such a way that he temporarily forgot everything. Wait... wasn't there something he was supposed to do this morning?

The imprint. Right.

"Ro-"

He tried to push her off him, but she only smirked before pouncing again, a fire lighting up inside Paul as soon as her lips touched his. For a few moments, all he could think about was pulling her closer. Feeling all of her. His fingers tangled in her hair. And they were wearing too many clothes.

But somehow, a small part of his rational side broke through, reminding him yet again that he needed to tell her. Not waste the morning making out or whatever came next. Okay, well, he had hoped there would be this too. But he needed to tell her before he chickened out or gave into the flames that were currently attempting to consume him.

"Ro, I need to tell you something," he said as he pushed her back slightly, panting. She frowned and started towards him again, but he managed to hold her off. "It's important."

She didn't respond, only tilted her head to the side, a look of confusion still on her face.

"I've been meaning to tell you since you found out that I'm a wolf. You see, we have this thing-"

"Figured this would be how I found you."

Both Roisin and Paul turned their heads, seeing a young man who looked not that much older than them standing in front of the door that led from her bedroom to the verandah, dressed in odd clothing. In fact, he looked a lot like Roisin. But that didn't necessarily mean he wasn't a threat. Especially with the way his blue eyes were boring into the two of them. And how quickly he had appeared. That and the fact Paul could hear his heartbeat told him the intruder had to be fae.

Roisin quickly scrambled off Paul as they both sat up. Paul then yanked the comforter aside as he stood, glaring at him as he placed himself in front of Roisin, not giving any shits that he was currently standing in his boxers. If the fae was a threat, then he would take him down completely naked if he had to.

"Who are you?" he demanded, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

The fae managed to look mildly amused, a small smirk appearing as he looked Paul up and down, then directed his gaze to Roisin, almost as though he was completely dismissing him.

"Your new plaything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"He's not a plaything," Roisin said, her voice harsh as she was suddenly at Paul's side, causing him to jump slightly. God, he still wasn't used to how quickly the fae moved. "What do you want, Darraugh?"