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WHAT A STRANGE SENSATION INDEED. Normally, Bailey wasn't too keen on physical contact, in fact, she tried to avoid ever being that close with someone. Paul was a special circumstance. She never had someone touch her for this long before, she had never looked into someone's eyes so wholeheartedly. It was a mixture of curiosity and something else, something precious, endearing yet unfamiliar that only he had the power to provoke. Bailey had almost forgotten about the initial reason for asking him to come over. She still had more things to examine, more things to look into. She needed to focus... focus... focus...
Other than their breathing and the synchronized beating of their hearts, it was utterly silent.
Bailey's body began to move on its own. Just a bit—just a bit closer. What would happen if she moved a bit closer? Paul didn't move, he allowed it to happen. Slowly, gradually the gap between them grew smaller and smaller until Bailey's lips were just hovering mere millimetres over his own. Any small movement and they would touch...
"BAILEY, I GOT BUFFALO WINGS FOR DINNER SINCE BELLA'S OUT!" Charlie's voice travelled from downstairs and was followed by the front door slamming shut.
Bailey and Paul jumped away from each other, hearts racing—though this time it was from shock. Truthfully, they had lost track of time. Despite this Bailey noted that Charlie was home earlier than usual. Had something happened or was it just a slow day? She half-heartedly questioned. There were more important things on her mind, like trying to figure out what was about to happen between her and Paul if Charlie hadn't interrupted.
"Should I go?" whispered Paul.
Bailey's eyes drifted toward him. He was so far away from her now to the point that she could feel her body cooling down as a chilly breeze from outside was felt in the attic. She blinked almost confused by his question. Of course, he needed to go. If Charlie found him here he might go to jail for attempted murder—attempted because being a shifter Paul probably wouldn't die from being shot.
There was a glimmer in his dark eyes, a glimmer of something Bailey couldn't quite identify. She placed her lips together and looked away from him. Logically, he needed to leave but did she want him to? No, not at all. Bailey wanted to explore this need feeling some more, this new sensation. That would have to be left for another day though.
"You'll have to sneak out of Bella's window, this one's too small." Bailey motioned to the spherical small attic window. She didn't leave Paul a chance to respond, as she ceased his wrist and lead him out of the attic.
They were on their way down the stairs, headed toward Bella's room when—"I got some salad too for Bella's sake. Y'know how she gets." Charlie had just come up the staircase leading to the ground lever. If he turned his head just forty-five degrees he would see Bailey frozen on the steps to the attic, holding onto Paul's arm.
