Ch 21

Honor

A week later

"You're on crutches too? When did that happen?" He snickers and I roll my eyes smirking. He grabs his set of crutches out of the luggage cart and hops on over to me and Avery. Ain't this a sight for sore eyes… we're both broken.

"Yeah, I got my knee drained…I'm not supposed to walk on it for two weeks. I had some damaged cartilage in it and a lot of swelling around it."

"Did you miss me?" I smile up at him as he balances on his crutches. His grey eyes are shiny and clear due to the sunlight pouring through the giant bulletproof windows of the airport.

Though Corey isn't nearly as tall as Randy they're closer in height than I am with him. He leans down and presses an intimate kiss to my mouth. My lips are tender by the time he relinquishes his hold on me and my breath is short. I am a firm believer of the saying airports see more sincere kisses than churches do. "Is that enough of an answer for you Spider?"

"I hate you…" He chuckles as I touch my fingertips to my lips, smiling. I've been home for a week now. Life on punishment is quiet, though I do get to do some of the stuff I've been wanting too, like visit my brother, DJ. When Corey told me that he had been ordered to take off a few weeks to heal up, I agreed to welcome him home. Since the whole Kaitlyn fiasco, I went and got my knee checked out. There's no severe damage but I've got inflammation around the ligaments and it's been drained. Aren't Corey and me two damaged little peas in a pod? It's going to be hell for both of us not being in the ring night in and night out but we'll both utilize this time to work through these issues of ours without work getting in the way.

"Sure you do…" He smirks.

"Don't think I forgot about our little talk." The smile fades into a grimace. I bet he didn't want me to ask questions at all.

"Damn that selective memory of yours." He smirks hopping ahead of me while he goes through customs for the last time. During the ride back home all I do is snuggle up under his side as much as the seatbelt will allow. Avery is harping on about something that happened at work but my thoughts are a thousand miles away from the car and that subject.

…

"You were quiet…you still upset about it?" Corey pulls me down on his lap after I see Avery to the door.

"Yes and no."

"Why 'no'?" his eye brow arcs and I trace the scar right above his eye. He hasn't shaved yet and is scruffy yet again.

"Well I am still pissed that I've gotten this close to you and you haven't said anything to me about her. No because you must have had a valid reason for not mentioning her at all I…I don't know why but... whatever it sounds stupid but that's why."

"Once I tell you what I have to say I have something I'd like to ask you as well. Okay?"

"Okay." His rough palm scratches my thigh as he caresses my skin.

"What so are you still legally married?" I watch his face cycle through different emotions as he forms his answer.

"Yes. Separated but still legally recognized as wife and husband."

"Are there any plans for you get together with her again or…" my throat swells and I force out the last half of my sentence, "am I the cause of another divorce."

"Honor, I don't know what she's going to do. Trust me if I get divorced it won't be you to blame. It's been in the works for a long time now…" He won't look at me.

"Corey…? Do you mind telling me why your marriage failed?" I tread lightly. I don't want to force it out of him. I want him to tell me himself.

"I did some unforgivable things. I can't take them back." His mouth tightens and he looks angry.

He doesn't look me in the eye so I gently force him to look at me, "Do you still have feelings for her? Is there any chance of you reconciling with your wife? If there is then I will leave you alone and we won't continue, we'll move on. If there isn't then I'm open to continuing exploring what lies between us." Corey's brows furrow as he stares intently at me.

"She's my wife Honor… a part of me will always still want things to work but we're not happy together. We're happy separately, I hate all the fighting and in actuality I'm a very peaceful guy." He lifts me and I follow his lead as he lies back putting his ankle up. I adjust my leg, mindful of my knee. It doesn't hurt but there is a dull ache, it feels like my knee's been pumped full of air. "Honor I don't think she wants to try to work things out anymore. She's honestly done with the whole ordeal. I'm just waiting on her to serve me with the papers…" he pinches the bridge of his nose between his forefinger and thumb. "I know that you want nothing to do with the situation. You don't have to be involved." Quietly I let him gather his thoughts it doesn't seem like he's finished, "I'm about to say something because I'm not the feelings guy but it needs to be said… I don't want you to leave me alone." I twist my mouth to the side, my whole body is aware of him. His hands sparking an aching in the pit of my abdomen. "We got this close because I got attached to you when I shouldn't have. Somewhere along the way I got to the point where our friendship wasn't enough. I wanted more and I still want more."

I don't say anything just yet, but I do trace the skull tattoo around his belly button, "Um…"

Silence fills the air and I can't say anything. He cracks a self-deprecating smile, "I'm an idiot. Honor I should've never gotten involved with you."

My temper catches and my cheeks flush with blood, "You are an idiot. Why would you say something so stupid?"

"Masochism?" He rolls his eyes.

"I don't care how much of a masochist or a pessimist you are. I love being with you. It's so damn easy it hurts."

"Yeah?"

"Yep." I shift forward and demand a kiss from him, "If I hate you that means I love you…and trust me there's no one I hate more than you."

"How nice to know that you despise me. You're so contradictory it's not funny."

I bite his top lip, "I know."

"The two physically broken people should not be doing this right now." He says changing the subject and laughing softly.

My tongue traces the thick lines of the bullet inked into his neck. I want him, I want to show him how much I want him: "I don't care."

"I think you'll care if you have to sit on the sidelines longer than what you're supposed to Honor. Remember, I know you. You won't hesitate to beat yourself up over it. And I won't hesitate to let you because I warned you of what would happen."

"I hate you." I mutter, rolling my eyes at him.

"You love me. Just admit that I'm right, plus at the moment I'm vastly fragile."

"Alright pansy." I smirk down at him. "Well what do I do with all this extra energy…I can't put weight on my knee."

"Frogs, Gremlins, and The Walking Dead, your choice."

"No. White Chicks," I say snatching the TV remote from him and changing the channel.

"You've got to be kidding me…" He rolls his eyes. His arm wraps around my waist and he nestles me to his side.

"What did you have to ask me?" I glance up at him.

"It's not important now." His hand cups my chin and his lips meet mine. My whole body blushes and the ache in my belly comes back. A gentle, slow kiss sets my soul on fire because I want him so bad. Ignoring the numb ache in my knee I clamber into his lap again, crumbling the hem of his t-shirt in my fists as I kiss him matching his ardor.

A muted groan escapes his lips as I dig my nails into his defined abdomen, his own hands run down from my shoulders to my buttocks. He's pressing into my inner thigh so I palm his length realizing he can't escape tonight without taking me. In fact I want to give myself to him fully. I think it's safe to say I'm his.