Scars [An Exclamation Point Fan Fiction]

PART 35

Paul and I lay on the couch holding onto each other. That's what my first time should've been. I think to myself. Paul softly runs his fingers across my arm, stopping at my hand, lacing our fingers together. He kisses my shoulder, and rests his cheek against it. I sigh against him.

"You have no idea how much I missed you." I whisper.

"I missed you too." He says back. Paul takes my hand and traces the scars on my wrist. "I wish you hadn't done this to yourself."

"It was so hard being away from you." I whisper sitting up. "Nothing was right." I place my hand on his cheek. "But I couldn't put you through that anymore."

Paul sits up. "Put me through what?" He asks.

I stare into his beutiful green eyes. "Me." I say, tears streaming down my cheeks. "I was so horrible to you." My hand moves to his neck. "When you said that you wouldn't be able to take it anymore, I realized you were right." I lean my face towards his. "I didn't want you to have to deal with that anymore."

Paul's hands are on my cheeks, pulling me away so I can look into his eyes. "I stayed with you, because I Iove you. You weren't as bad as you're making yourself think you are." His thumb strokes my cheek. "There's no one else in the world I'd rather be with, than you." I lean forward and softly kiss him. Paul pulls away and smiles. "We should probably get dressed, and head out." I blush, standing up. I pull Paul up, and we dress each other. Paul puts an arm around my shoulder and presses his lips close to my ear. "That wasn't nearly as fun as undressing you." He whispers. His voice against my neck sends chills down my spine. I can feel my face turning a deep shade of red, as Paul starts laughing.

"Well we'll have to do it again." I say winking at him. Paul's jaw drops. I grab his hand and we walk out the door. I look around, but there's no one on sight. On a make up table next to the door there's a note, along with Brady's car keys.

"I rode with mom and dad. We figured you needed some alone time with Paul. Mom wants Paul to come over, and say hi. So don't be back too late. We'll see you back at the house.

-Brady

P.S. You're welcome ;)"

I read Brady's note and pick up the keys.

We walk out the door and its pouring.

"Do you want me to go get the car?" Paul asks.

"No that's ok." I take off my sandals and put my bag down. I pull out my phone, turning on the song Turning Page by Sleeping At Last. "I want you to dance with me." I take his hand and lead him out in the rain. We stand out in the rain slow dancing. Paul places one hand on the small of my back, the other holds onto my hand. As the song ends Paul dips me. Slowly I'm pulled back up, and Paul softly kisses my lips. One hand leaves my side and goes into his pocket, pulling out his Superman necklace, and placing it around my neck.

He grabs the keys from my jeans pocket. "I'll be right back." He whispers. As he runs into the rain I grab my stuff. Seconds later the car stops in front of me.

I climb into the car, shivering. "That was so much fun." I say looking at him. "But now I'm so cold!"

Paul smiles and takes my frezzing hands. He puts both of his hands around mine. Putting them up to his mouth he slowly breaths against them, warming them with his hot breath. I lean across the seat and press my lips to his. He wraps both arms around my waist and pulls me across his lap. He leans forward and back presses aginst the steering wheel, honking the horn. We both jump, and break apart. I rest my forehead agaisnt his for a moment, before climbing back to my seat. Slowly we pull out the parking lot, heading towards my house.