All It that it means.

Meeting paul

We arrived at the house I had grown up in for a short while of my childhood. I felt myself smile faintly. So many beautiful memories.

Jumping out of the cruiser I grabbed as much of my stuff as I could and my father helped me with the rest leaving a suitcase behind.

I went up the stairs seeing as Charlie said to go to my old room. Once there I found a double bed with purple sheets and pillows along with purple curtains and a beautiful wooden chair and desk. I ran my fingers across the wood suddenly finding my favorite part of the room.

My dad heaved the heavy suitcases into the room as I smiled at him and went off the get the last suitcase.

Reaching the car in minimal time , I tried pulling the suitcase out but it was the heaviest suitcase I had.

"Do you need help there beautiful " I heard the husky voice of a man from behind me. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine. God only his voice did that I feared looking at him.

Slowly turning I felt my eyes widen and my heart stopped. He had short black hair that looked silky soft, strong cheek and jaw bones. His eyes a mixture of chocolate and caramel, absolutely breathtaking. Broad shoulders hidden by a grey shirt. A tight grey shirt that left the outlines of his muscles on show and drool on my lip.

A pair of jeans and work boots. I wanted to touch him and I didn't even know his name. The sudden intensity of his gaze made me sick in a breath and the feeling of lust made itself known and the air between us suddenly electrified.

He moved closer and I stood frozen. Bending down slowly I sucked in a breath hoping he would let me feel those lip, but grabbed my suitcase instead and gestured for me to lead the way.

I found myself aching to just get to feel a hint of his caramel skin. Biting my lip, I thanked myself for making an effort in my appearance.

Reaching my room again a breath of relief left me to find it empty. I felt as though I where on cloud nine and couldn't think straight. The suitcase was put down and hot breath was felt on my bare neck seeing as my hair was tied in a bun. I whimpered as soft lips brushed my neck. I leaned against his hard lean chest. Increasing my haziness.

"My name is Paul" then the heat was gone an my head was clearing.  Spinning around I found the scene of Paul's retreating back. I followed him. For some reason I need to be near to him. I hadn't even told him my name...

My father was seated on the couch and when he saw Paul, he smiled and stood up. Shaking Paul's hand and chuckling when I stared gob smacked. " Bella this is Paul Lohte from the Reserve. He is friends with my old pal Billy's son Jacob" my father introduced me.

"Bella... Is that short for something ?" Asked Paul in his husky tone. But the way he said my name... I clenched my fists. What the hell was wrong with me. Fucking snap out of it Bella.

"Ya my name is Isabella" I answered nodding my head and lifting my hand before allowing it to on my hip.

Paul an I then engaged in an intense eye stare. The room seemed to blur out and all I could see was the chocolate brown eyes that left me feeling a sense of peace in my own terrorized brain. I felt as though I wasn't alone anymore. A silver line connecting him to me. I heard him gasp and my father clear his throat awkwardly.

I stepped back shaking my head. When I looked up Paul was gone.