Your phone vibrates from your pants pocket, startling you back to reality. You pull the phone out and up to your face, stomach clenching when you read the message.
[𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙳𝚊𝚍]: I forgot to tell you this morning before school, I'm taking the boys for their checkup in Seattle today, so we won't be back until later tonight, probably after your mother gets home. There's money on the counter for food if you want to order something.
With no response from your wolves and nobody home for what seems to be hours, you make your way upstairs to your room. Once your in the room with the door closed you call the nearest pizza place for some food, dropping your bag on the foot of your bed as it starts to ring.
You've pulled out most of your textbooks before someone picks up, ordering a big enough pizza for leftovers, dishing out some of your own cash to get yourself some dessert as well.
Once the order is through you turn your attention back to the work spread out on your bed. Sorting through all your upcoming assignments, you settle on your history work.
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Even with the fear lingering in the back of your mind, you're still able to lose yourself in your work, almost missing the sound of your doorbelling going off downstairs half an hour later.
You quickly run down the stairs, swiping the money off the counter before stopping in front of the door. Smoothing your hair down into something more presentable, you catch your breath before opening the door.
The delivery guy looks older than you, probably a college student, if you had to guess. He looks like he wants to be anywhere but there, gaze far away as he stares down at the receipt.
"That'll be $22.98," He mutters, unzipping the hot-hold bag to take out your pizzas. You take them quickly, placing them on the side table next to the door before turning back to the man. When you look back to him the entire street behind him is pitch black, a lightless void that started right at the end of her driveway. From the dark comes a figure made of shadow, its red eyes seeming to stare right into your soul as it makes its way closer to the house.
"Here," You basically shout, shoving the money into his outstretched hand. You closes the door in his face before he can ask about your change. The second the door is shut sunlight comes streaming back into the house through the window at the top of the door.
You grab up the two pizza boxes, plus your dessert, and take them into the kitchen to lay them out on the counter. Grabbing a floral patterned plate from the cabinet, you grab yourself two slices of pizza and bring that plus your dessert up to your room.
When you open the door to your room you nearly drop your food in surprise. Climbing through your open window is a shirtless Paul, panting lightly as he pulls himself up.
"What the hell?!" You exclaim, quickly placing your stuff down on your desk as you watch him close the window behind him, "How did you get up here?"
"Superhuman strength, remember?" Paul says as he straightens up, looking over your room briefly before turning his attention to you. "Are you okay? I saw your texts and ran over as soon as I could."
"You ran all the way here?" You whisper in wonder, unconsciously stepping closer to Paul. He doesn't seem to be as winded as when he was climbing through your window, but a pang of guilt passes over you anyways. "You didn't have to do that."
The smile he gives you in response is soft, not something you would expect from someone as cocky as Paul. "Of course I did, it's my job to protect you. Well, me and Embry."
"Where is Embry anyway?" You lean around Paul to look out the window, deflating a little when you don't see him climbing through. The sun is starting to set, casting the shadow of your house well into the woods that brush up to the edge of your backyard.
"Sam held him back, he should be here soon, though," Paul tilts his head down to get a better look at your face, "are you sure you're okay?"
It takes you a second to respond, losing yourself in his eyes and the warmth radiating off of him. You nod slightly, wrapping your arms around yourself to dispel the cold in your room that you had only just noticed. "Must be nice to be warm all the time," You think bitterly.
"Are you cold?" You nod, arms tightening around yourself. His face settles into a teasing smirk as he spreads his arms wide, "well, there's 108° going to waste over here."
You feel your face flush in response, embarrassed at being caught out. But a part of you wants to be close to Paul, even though you still doesn't really know him, at least compared to Embry. You hesitate just a second longer, bottom lip pulled between your teeth. Pauls eyes trace the movement, and your heart flutters in your chest.
You close the already short distance to settle yourself in his arms. You would have thought that with his increased body temperature you would be uncomfortable, but you feel pleasantly warmed just by being in his arms. His arms wrap around your shoulders, while yours loop around his waist, face smushed into his broad, muscular chest.
"If being an imprint means I get my own personal heaters, I'm all in." You mumble into his skin, feeling the resulting laugh as it rumbles through his chest.
"Is that all I am to you, a way of keeping warm?" Paul jokes, tightening his hold on you slightly. He's able to effortlessly lift you up so that your toes are the only things keeping your on the ground. You let out a gasp, tightening your arms around his waist, even though you know he's strong enough to hold you with no effort.
"Put me down!" You laugh as he starts to spin with you, moving slowly to avoid knocking anything over in your small room.
The tips of your toes brush against the edge of your chair, hitting it with enough force to knock it into the desk in front of it. He quickly puts you down, and the two of you stare at the chair for a moment before you both break out in giggles.
The two of you are still pressed together, so you can feel when Paul turns to look over his shoulder. You pull your face away from his chest to ask what was wrong, but the sound of the window opening is answer enough. You peek around Paul to greet Embry, but falter at the angry look on his face. You quickly move out of Pauls's arms to get to him, hand brushing against his warm bicep as he stands at his full height.
"What's wrong?" You ask, looking up at him. His hands are clenched tightly at his sides, but his face had settled into something neutral, "What's going on?"
"Nothing, just Jake being Jake," You nod in understanding, failing to hide your giddy smile when the arm your not holding wraps around your waist, "So, what do you mean you've been seeing red eyes everywhere?"
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It's a lot of casual intimacy~ 🎶 Also sorry for not updating lately, things have been kinda falling apart for me for a while, but I'm doing good now!
