Each day I was falling harder and harder for the hotheaded, loveable little shit called Paul Lahote. Being the slightly younger sister of Jacob Black, I saw Paul nearly everyday, I knew all about the werewolf thing and basically everything else. The thing is, when I hang out with Jacob and the pack's there I keep out of sight, all because Jake thinks one of them might "accidentally" imprint on me.
Today was the same, we were all on the beach. The pack messing around playing football (soccer) and I was sat cross legged on the sand. Suddenly, something hard hit my leg whilst I was staring at the floor. "Excuse me, can we please have our ball back?" It was him. I could tell. I grabbed the ball and looked up, my gaze landed on his eyes. He froze. "Jesus, not my fucking sister, Paul!" I heard my brother say. I handed the ball to him and he snapped back to reality, giving me a smile and carefully taking the ball. What the hell was Jacob talking about? "I knew this was going to happen! You just had to kick the ball near her! You guys have just put me in the most difficult position ever, but Paul you hurt her I won't hesitate to break your fucking ribs and bite your head off."
The guys carried on playing football so I just got my phone out. I felt someone sit next to me. I lifted my head up a little bit and looked to the side. "Hey" Paul said. "Hi" I said shyly. "I'm Paul" He said making me laugh. "I know who you are and I know you know who I am."
"It was all I could think of" He said scratching the back of his head. "Do you wanna go out later, or tomorrow and maybe everyday for the rest of your life?" He asked making me laugh again and nod slightly. "I guess, i'll see you later then, beautiful" He said before kissing my cheek and going back to play more football. I felt my cheek where he had kissed. What just happened? Am I dreaming?
