He's Different

Chapter Twenty-four

The wedding came to an end when Paul helped me into the car, I was wearing a simple pastel pink dress that barely touched my knees.

Paul got in the drivers seat, I rolled down the window, and waved at them as he began to drive off, now time to start the honeymoon.

I rolled up the window, and sat my elbow down gingerly. Paul looked over at me, "You're really beautiful..." He said softly, which made me look over at him with twinkling eyes.

"Thanks, you didn't look too bad yourself." I teased, earning a chuckle from him.

"No woman or man could match your beauty and grace." He chuckled along with me, and after that the car fell into a steady, calm silence.

I watched the scenery change, and before I knew it I was asleep, blissfully dreaming about Paul.

A few hours later, Paul gently shook me by the shoulder, and smiled when I glanced over at him, "We're at destination number one."

Oh yea, the Cullens thought it would be a good idea to have the honeymoon at the same place Edward and Bella had theirs, Isle Esme. I mean, it's a good idea but now every time I look at that bed, yea you get it.

We were at the airport, and I packed my bags this time. Bella had warned me about what happened to her last time, which made me burst out laughing when she told me.

Paul took my suitcases, and before I knew it we were on the plane, taking our seats, "Isn't this so cool? The Cullens have their own jet." I said, looking around at the neatly kept plane.

"I guess," He placed his hand on my thigh, and leaned in, "think about me." He mumbled, our lips inches apart.

I moved in closer, letting our lips touch softly, before pulling away, "Save it for the honeymoon, love." I grinned, moving back into my own seat.

I heard him let out a snort, and he removed his hand from my thigh, "I don't know if i'll be able to control myself." He looked at me in the corner of his eye, and I simply shook my head.

"I'm gonna beat you." I teased, and his lustful eyes softened, releasing a small laugh.

I took out my phone, and scrolled through instagram. I stared at one picture, it was of me and my old friends back at Moms.

"We miss you!" The caption wrote, and it was hard to not cry just then and there. I missed my old friends, and that little life I built back there.

My eyes travelled to Paul, and my thoughts instantly became softer. With Paul, everything was better.

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We arrived at Isle Esme, thanks to a boat. He picked up our suitcases, and walked up to beautiful tropical house. I wasn't a huge fan of tropical weather, but I made an exception.

Paul opened the door to enter the house, and inside it was luxurious. I looked all around the house and a warm feeling engulfed me from behind.

I let out a small giggle as he wrapped his arms around my waist, and plopped his head down on the top of my head, "Are you ready to explore?" He grinned, moving in front of me.

I pursed my lips, "Maybe, what are we gonna look for?" Paul rolled his eyes at this, pulling away and going over to one of the suitcases.

"It's exploring, sweetheart, but we can look for some kind of cave or something." He suggested, digging through his bag and pulling out swim trunks.

"Oh, I see." I said, moving over to my pastel blue suitcase. I roughly threw it on the couch, unzipping the zipper, slowly.

I stared at the contents, and the first face that came to mind was Alice. I inhaled deeply, letting out a sigh as I exhaled, which caught Pauls attention.

"What--" He began to ask, and started to come closer but I quickly, and luckily stopped him.

"Nothing!" I said, shouting slightly as I slammed the suitcase shut, a nervous grin on my face.

He stared at me, raising an eyebrow as he slowly turned around, "Okay then..." His voice was laced with suspicion, and I tried to hold in the little laugh that was wanting to come out.

I zipped up the suitcase, and brought it into our room. I sat it down on the bed, and carefully unzipped it once more. I let out another sigh, my eyebrows furrowing deeply at the sight of all the lacy, lingerie. I moved them over to reveal my swimsuit, which thankfully Alice had not messed with.

I looked at one of the pieces of lingerie, and couldn't help but think about what Paul would do. I pursed my lips, and quickly shoved them into the suitcase, zipping it, before turning on my heels carrying the white swimsuit.

I went into the bathroom, shutting the door, but decided not to lock it. If Paul walks in, it's not like I'm gonna melt, he's already seen my body. I removed the pastel dress, and put on the swimsuit, and of course it was a tie back, which I was terrible at.

I groaned, biting my lip, before having the marvelous idea of shouting Pauls name, "Paul!" I said, trying not to scream.

He came in seconds later, confused, and slightly panicked, "Whats wrong? Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes not realizing i'm completely fine.

I laughed, but turned so that my back was facing him, "Can you help me?" I said, looking over my shoulder to see his face. He immediately calmed down, and placed his hand over his chest.

"You scared the shit out of me." He mumbled, moving over to help me with the swimsuit.

I took ahold of my long hair, and moved it over to the side, allowing him to tie the back. I felt his warm hands on my back, and again, that feeling always sent shivers up and down my spine, I loved it.

Paul tied the note and stepped back, "There you go, love." He said, as I turned to face him. We stared at each other for a few seconds, but it felt like hours until finally he moved closer.

His lips found their way onto mine, his hand was under my chin, softly supporting it. My hands moved up to his neck, while his free hand found there way onto my back.

Paul pulled away, allowing us to finally breathe. He looked into my eyes, "You always make things hard." He mumbled, his eyes looking at my body.

"Just wait, baby, just you wait."