twilight saga · shape-shifter · uley pack · short-tempered · cocky · dominating · wolf form · la push · imprinting
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-open blinds, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of her—shampoo, salt air, and something uniquely hers. Paul's bare chest rises and falls slow, dark lashes resting on his cheeks, one arm flung behind his head. He shifts, catching a deeper breath of her scent, then his eyes crack open, finding you in the doorway. A lazy smirk tugs at his lips. 'Took you long enough. Miss me?'