Paige's POV

Does God hate me? I mean, I don't necessarily believe in God, but if I did, I'd like to think that he's a fickle little bastard. Because only a fickle little bastard would throw me face to my face with my gorgeous ex-girlfriend, the very same gorgeous ex-girlfriend whom I've continued to carry a burning torch for since I can remember.

"Um, are you getting off…or going down?" Emily asked, nervously shifting on her feet.

"Down." I answered so fast, I felt like I had whiplash. I literally just rode the elevator up ten floors and now I want to go back down? If I could face palm myself right now, I would. But seeing Emily for the first time in years, I lost all control of my body. I felt as if my feet had sprouted roots and planted me right there in the elevator. But maybe that was my heart desperately trying to grasp onto the woman I had been dying to see ever since she walked away from me that night.

Emily held back a smile that I knew was tugging at her lips as she joined me on the elevator. Yep, she too had made the whole 'up and now down' connection.

I bit my lip as she settled in next to me. God, her scent. Hasn't changed one bit. I felt intoxicated, and it definitely wasn't because of the martinis.

"Are you going to the lobby?" She asked as she pressed a button, which illuminated a big 'L'.

"Uh, yeah."

I slightly glanced over at Emily, hoping she wouldn't feel my eyes on her. But luckily, her eyes seemed glued upward, watching the floor numbers tick away as we made our way down.

I first noticed her raven black hair. It was much longer from when I last saw her, now almost reaching the center of her back. She was clad in a champagne colored dress that stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves in all the right ways. Still fit and built like a goddess. She never did have any trouble keeping in shape, even after she quit swimming.

My eyes then landed on her shoes. The silver ones with all of the straps…

Emily and I were in a fit of drunken giggles, making our way down the hall to the nearest elevator. I was carrying her shoes, because according to her, she needed to let the "dogs" out. Emily pushed me up against the elevator door, pressing the 'up' button and hungrily kissing my lips. My arms found her waist, and pulled her closer to me, if that was even possible.

We were so lost in our hallway make out session that we didn't even realize the elevator door had opened until we almost came tumbling in. But that didn't deter us, because Emily wasted no time pressing our floor button and molding her lips back to mine. Her tongue glided across my bottom lip, begging for entrance and who was I to deny her?

A soft moan escaped my lips as our tongues danced together. It wasn't until her teeth lightly bit down on my bottom lip that I realized where we were.

I pulled away giggling, "Babe, what if people see?" I motioned to the camera located at the corner of the elevator.

Emily smiled, her eyes glossed over. I wasn't sure if it was the wine we had snuck earlier, or our hot and heavy make out session.

"I don't care, I want the whole word to know that Paige McCullers, MY girlfriend, has just been invited to join the U.S Olympic Swimming team!"

My mind settled onto the official letter, tucked into the back of my dress slacks. We had just left the swanky dinner where I and two of my other teammates had been invited to the Olympics the following year. I can't even tell you how lucky and thankful I was that I got to share this momentous event with the love of my life.

I got lost into Emily's chocolate orbs, seeing nothing but love and adoration. Before I could lean in and kiss the stunning woman before me, the elevator dinged, signaling we had reached our floor.

"Are you coming?" Emily asked, her hand reaching out, waiting for me to grasp it.

I eagerly grabbed her hand, entwining our fingers. "Of course."

"Are you coming?"

"Huh?" I stammered as I was brought out of my daydream of the past.

Emily slightly smiled, continuing to hold open the elevator door. "Are you coming?" She repeated. "We're in the lobby now."

"Oh, right. Yeah, thanks." I quickly responded, exiting the elevator and hearing the doors close behind us.

We naturally began walking past the bar, towards the exit of the hotel. I didn't even know where I was going, but I had to make it seem like I wasn't just following Emily.

I looked over and could see Emily chewing on her bottom lip. She's nervous. She always chews on her lip when she's nervous, I thought to myself.

I opened my mouth to say something, try to engage in conversation with her, when I was abruptly cut off by the sound of my name.

"Paige? There you are, I was beginning to get worried."

Oh crap. Yeah, remember that fickle little bastard, God? Well, he's back. Because the beautiful woman I ditched at the bar? She's coming in hot right now.

I saw her waving and slowly start to make her way over to me from the bar.

Emily slightly glanced over at me, confused and curious as to who this woman could be. And it was then at that very moment, that I got an idea. It was also at that very moment that I realized said idea, might not be such a good idea. But, to hell with it.

I immediately grabbed Emily, turning her towards me before crashing my lips into hers. She didn't respond at first, probably shocked as to why the ex-girlfriend she hadn't seen in years nor parted with on entirely good terms, was kissing her. I prayed to the fickle little bastard that Emily would kiss me back, just for a split second to make this seem legit.

And like angels singing from up above, Emily's lips soon started to respond. Holy shit. Emily and I are kissing right now. She's actually kissing me back.

I decided to press my luck and I slowly snaked my arms around her waist, pulling her flush against me and trying to deepen the kiss with my tongue. To my surprise, Emily obliged and welcomed my tongue with her own. Suddenly, I wasn't the one holding Emily up anymore. I felt as if she was the one holding me up and thank god she was, because I wanted to collapse right then and there.

As hard as it was, I finally broke the kiss and pulled away. I quickly looked over to where Rebecca was standing and saw that she was nowhere to be found. I felt bad, I really did. But getting a chance to kiss Emily again after all this time? I wouldn't change that in the world for anything.

Emily and I continued to hold each other, our foreheads pressed against each other. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. I guess she was at a loss for words as much as I was.

I then got a second idea. And maybe this idea would end up being just as magical as the first.

"Um, would you like to get out of here? And go take a walk with me?" I asked, praying and hoping that she'd say yes.

Still at a loss for words, Emily could only nod.

I gave her my famous Paige McCullers smile, and took her hand in mine, leading her out into the crisp Rosewood night.

Emily's POV

To say I was still in a state of shock was a bit of an understatement. First, my friends, unbeknownst to them, pick out my ex in a room full of people. Then, I run into said ex during an awkward elevator ride. And finally, the ex gives me one of the most unexpected and sexiest kisses that I've had in a really long time.

And to top it all off, I'm now strolling in downtown Rosewood with her. We hadn't said a single word to each other since we left The Radley and I had finally grown tired of the uncomfortable silence.

"What are you doing here, Paige? And what was that back there? Was that just a ploy to get rid of that woman? Who is she? And...where are we going?" I had finally noticed just how far we had traveled from The Radley.

"Whoa, slow down there, Em. Which question would you like me to answer first?" She asked laughing. Oh God, that laugh. How I've missed that. And the way she calls me 'Em'. It's never been quite the same when anyone else does.

I chuckled, realizing that I had rattled off questions quicker than an auctioneer.

"Okay, fine. First question. Who's the girl?" I nervously bit my lip, silently hoping that she didn't just use me to break up with a girlfriend.

"Um, her name's...Rachel, I think? No, Rebecca. Yeah, Rebecca." I inwardly laughed at Paige's inapt attention to details. "I just met her this evening. She bought me a drink and I sorta ditched her…"

I gasped and jokingly slapped her arm, "Paige!"

"What?! I just, I wasn't feeling it and I didn't know what else to do! I panicked!"

I laughed out loud. "Still a lady killer, I see."

Paige laughed, shaking her head. "No, not even. I was the innocent girl just trying to enjoy a drink at the bar, that's it."

I nodded with a smile as we continued to walk to wherever it was where we were going.

"Okay, now my turn. What were you doing there tonight?" I smiled at her coy way of beginning a game of 20 questions.

"Just having a few drinks with the girls."

"Oh they're all in town too?"

"Ah that's two questions, now I get to ask two!"

"Dammit. Fine." I watched as she folded her arms and feigned a pout.

"Yes, the girls are all in town too. Um, what brings you to town? And…why did you just kiss me?..."

Talking, laughing, and joking with Paige like this, it felt as if no time had passed. It's like it had just been put on a very long pause. I missed this. I missed her. And I knew asking my second question was a risk to ruining this unbelievably comfortable feeling with Paige.

"How about we go inside first and then I'll answer your questions?" I looked up to see that we were standing outside of Rosewood High. I quirked my brow at Paige, as she fished out a set of keys from her clutch.

Paige's POV

The look on Emily's face as I pulled out my set of keys to Rosewood High was priceless.

I began making my way up the steps to the main entrance, turning to see Emily still at the foot of the stairs, lost in her thoughts.

"Are you coming?" I asked, swinging the keys around my index finger.

She hesitated for a couple of seconds, before finally giving in and making her way up the steps.

Walking down the halls of Rosewood, the memories came in like a flash flood. Memories of Emily and I together, memories of Alison tearing me down to a single shred left of myself, and memories of being in the pool, one of the few places I felt like was home.

The lagoon colored hue filled up the entire natatorium. My nose was instantly filled with the smell of fresh chlorine. I'd been around this smell my entire life, but still, it felt like the first time. Maybe it was because it was the first time in a long time that Emily and I were back here together, experiencing it together.

I watched as her eyes lit up, taking it all in. The pool reflected off her chestnut colored skin and I thought to myself, I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of seeing something so beautiful before.

"So...I guess you want me to answer your questions now?" I broke her out of her awestruck stage, and she turned to face me, before nodding.

"Well, you're looking at Rosewood Shark's newest head swim coach…" I was met with a set of pearly whites, creating a smile I hadn't seen in years. "And, I kissed you tonight to not only ward off Rebecca, but…because I can't be near you and not want to kiss you, Em. I don't think I'll ever be capable of doing that…"

I watched the wheels and gears shift in her head, as she processed what I had just confessed to her. "I guess it's your turn now to ask a question…"

I looked down, suddenly finding my feet to be more interesting than staring directly into the eyes of the woman who was drawing more and more heat to my cheeks.

My head darted up, however, at the sound of a zipper. The zipper to Emily's dress, to be exact.

If Emily hadn't noticed my blush before, there was no denying that she could notice it now.

"Um, what-what are you doing over there?" I stuttered nervously, trying to keep my cool.

I bit my lip and held back a moan as I watched Emily shimmy out of her dress, revealing a sexy nude-colored lingerie combo.

"Well, we didn't come all this way to just look at it, right?" After undoing the straps off her heels, Emily dove into the water, pulling through it with ease. Her stroke and her form was still perfect.

She swam across the pool, closer to where I was standing at. I must have looked like a cartoon, my mouth still hanging open as she broke the surface.

"Are you coming?" She asked with her ever famous smirk.

Before I knew it, my dress came off in a flash and I dove in after her.

Finally. I was home.

A/N: Don't worry, I still have more :)