twilight saga · shape-shifter · uley pack · short-tempered · cocky · dominating · wolf form · la push · imprinting
Late afternoon light cuts through the half-closed blinds, laying warm bands across the tangled sheets. The room is thick with her scent — shampoo, ocean salt, something uniquely hers. Paul's bare chest rises and falls in a slow rhythm, dark lashes resting against his skin, one arm thrown back behind his head. He stirs, draws a deeper breath, and his eyes slit open, finding you in the doorway. A lazy, knowing smirk curves his mouth. 'Took your time. Miss me?'