A/N: I hadn't realized how long it had been since I posted something until I got a flurry - more like a snowstorm - of notifications from charizard is beast over the weekend. Enjoy this 20-min ficlet and let me know what you think. I'm toying with the idea of making it longer.
Mike felt like his breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Paige. She was fussing with her jewelry as she explained her schedule for the day.
Paige was dressed in a simple white dress. It was cinched at the waist and showed off her toned legs. Her hair was pulled back with a few loose tendrils around her face. Without her hair to distract him, all he could focus on was her eyes. Those intense green eyes of hers that he used to be able to read, were now a mystery.
He remembered another day when she was wearing a different white dress. The day after their first night together. It felt like a lifetime ago, not just a summer ago. Her hair was different then. Longer. Even without the hair extensions, her hair had been longer.
That was the day he pushed too fast with the op and Paige ended up getting stabbed in her hand. That dress that had done a lot of things to him ended up covered in her blood. Things would be different today.
That day felt like a lifetime ago. That day had been filled with stolen kisses and secret looks.
He remembered how her hair felt as it brushed against his thighs. How she looked when she moved over him. How her lips felt pressed against his. How she sounded when he dragged his lips all over her body. How she tasted. He remembered everything.
But after everything they had gone through, that was supposed end. He wasn't supposed to look at her and be blown away by her beauty. He wasn't supposed to want more. Wasn't supposed to want to fix things. Wasn't supposed to want to drag her upstairs and lock themselves in her room until they figured it out.
She could yell at him. Fight. Cry. Whatever they did it would be better than her ignoring him. Shutting him out. Leaving him feeling like he was alone.
He needed her so much it scared him. He wondered if she needed him. If she missed him half as much as he missed her.
Now that he was clean, he was done lying. To himself. To her. Although, he couldn't blame his addiction for all the lies.
But now that he was ready to admit the truth to himself, was he ready to admit to her?
Mike looked up and caught her eye before quickly looking away. Not yet. Maybe another day.