Page 30 of Willing
Chapter 19: Carly
My alarm sounded, waking me from my blissful state. Rolling over, I crashed into Paul.
“Umpf – sorry,” I kissed his chest, “I got to get up. I have to work in an hour.”
“Let me help you to the shower,” Paul tossed me over his shoulder.
“Put me down! If you come with me, I’ll never get ready.”
Paul put me down, pulling me into a deep kiss, “I love you… go get ready.”
I walked into the bathroom, smiling as I cut on the shower. I couldn’t believe how much had changed in two days. Hell, this past Friday I was on a date with a man who was now threatening me. As much as I wanted to stay home in bed with him, I had to be at work soon.
After showering I quickly dressed, dawning a pair of jeans and a deep purple sweater. Stepping out of the shower, Paul whistled.
“Damn woman – how am I supposed to let you out of my sight when you look that good?”
“Well – you could always come to work with me. I am pretty sure Dylan won’t mind. It’s usually slow on Sunday’s.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah – it’ll give us time to talk.”
“Ok – give me a few minutes. I got to run downstairs and shower – my clothes are down there.”
“You know – you should just move your stuff up here. It’ll save us some time.”
“Really? You want me to move in your room?”
“Yes.” I stared at him, expecting him to flip out at my suggestion. Sure, it’d only been two days since he accepted I was his, but I wanted him close.
“I’ll do it when we get home tonight.”
Relief washed over me as he pulled me to him, “Thank you for being persistent.”
“I wanted what I wanted,” kissing his nose, “let’s go before I decide to skip work and get fired.”
We walked out, holding hands, towards my car. “Come on, I’ll drive.”
“No way. I want to take my bike. Come on,” Paul tugged my hand, dragging me around the back of the house towards his motorcycle.
“Wow – Paul… I’ve never ridden one.”
“Glad I’m your first then,” his eyes twinkled as he replied, “put this on.”
He handed me a helmet, slipping it on my head, I straddled his seat, pressing myself against him. Wrapping my arms around him, “Ride me to work sexy beast.”
Cranking the engine, revved it, pulling off towards the store. As we pulled down the long drive, Dylan and Jensen were getting into her car. Tossing my hand up as we passed. Snuggling into Paul, I pressed my rested my helmet against him.
The ride was quick, as we pulled into the parking lot I sighed. I would have loved to stay on the back of that bike with him longer. Parking it, Paul turned off the engine.
“So – what did you think?”
“It was amazing. I wish we could ride around longer.”
“Soon baby – soon. Let’s get you inside.”
Walking towards the store, I relished in his presence. I couldn’t help staring at him.
