I could tell by the way Mich looked at me that there was something she was dying to say. She was thinking hard. I could tell by the way her brows furrowed, creating a wrinkle above her nose and how silent she was. She'd stare at me, with her blue eyes, the words forming on the tip of her tongue, but she'd never open her mouth. To be honest, I was terrified of what she was going to say. What if it was that she appreciated all I was doing for her, but it just wasn't enough? What if she couldn't handle me being away all the time? She'd been so down and depressed lately I was scared for her well being. I wanted to be there for her constantly, to tell her how much I adored every little thing about her, but I couldn't. I knew that had to be hard on her. She deserved so much better, but at the same time, I didn't want anyone else to have her. I wanted her all to myself. She was mine and I wanted it to stay that way. I'd do anything I could to keep her around.
While we ate, I found myself staring at her thinking to myself how everything about her was beautiful; from her dirty blonde hair that was always up in this messy bun-thing on top of her head, her blue eyes that matched mine, the thousands and thousands of freckles that decorated her delicate pale skin. I'd finally come to terms with the fact that she was more than likely the one; hell, I could even give you reasons why. I loved how she smelled; like jasmine and fresh peaches. I loved how her brows furrowed when she was thinking and how the apples of her cheeks turned pink when I would catch her looking at me. I loved how her hands felt in mine; so small, warm, and soft. And when our fingers were laced together, it was like the spaces between my fingers were molded to hold hers. Her laugh is intoxicating; full, but feminine. I wanted to make her laugh all the time just so I could see her smile; even if she hated it. And my God, her voice alone was enough to turn me on; especially when she was half asleep. The way she answered the phone with "Hi baby" every single morning and every single night in that sweet southern twang made me want to fly to Dallas twice a day and wake her up and put her to bed properly. That just wasn't possible though… At least not yet. I was scared to run her off by asking her to come on the road with me so I could see her every day. I was more scared to admit out loud that I was falling in love with her. It had been hard enough to admit to myself that I'd let myself get soft and fall in love for the first time in my life.
"Jon," Mich said my name softly, her accent adding an extra syllable in the middle.
I looked into her eyes to show I was paying attention to her as she spoke.
"You done?" she asked.
We'd both stopped eating long ago, and we'd just been sitting in silence. The place was nearly empty. I looked down at my watch and saw it was nearly midnight. I nodded and laid a twenty on the table to pay for our food and cover the tip and slid out of the booth, extending my hand to my lady to help her out.
"Thank you, my love," she said.
Her love. I kissed her forehead and pulled her close to me as we exited the restaurant and made our way down the sidewalk toward where we had left her car. It had gotten colder in the time we'd been inside the restaurant, the kind of cold that left your eyes watering and your nose running. We picked up our pace, walking against the wind. We had just rounded the last corner when I felt something cold and wet hit my face. It was snowing. While I'd grown up around it for most of my life, Mich hadn't seen much of it. When she got winter weather, it was usually just ice and sleet that stuck to the roads and kept her home from work, not real snow.
"Jon, it's snowing," she stopped in her tracks, holding out her hand.
The snow melted on contact with her warm palms, but the tiny white flakes stuck to her black coat and to her hair. She looked beautiful in the glow of the streetlights, pure childlike joy and wonder pulling her lips into a perfect smile, her eyes wide. She smiled up at me and touched my face gently with the back of her hand.
"This is the perfect end to tonight. This has been the most wonderful first date ever. I'm so happy you came to see me," she said.
She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me softly, pulling back just enough so that her lips lingered over mine for a second before she kissed me again. I placed my hands at the small of her back, pulling her closer, kissing her fully. Her hands wrapped around the back of my neck, her teeth gently pulling my bottom lip in as she continued to kiss me there on the sidewalk. I heard myself let out a soft growl and I pulled away, gingerly kissing her a few more times.
"Don't tease me," I whispered, kissing up her jaw. I nipped her earlobe softly and nuzzled her cheek with mine.
She giggled softly and rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry. Come on. Let's get in the car. I'm freezing," she took my hand again and pulled me across the street to her car.
I drove us back to her place carefully avoiding the patches of ice that were starting to form on the overpasses and bridges in between.
"I'm glad you had a good time tonight," I spoke, laying my hand on top of hers after I put the car in park at her apartment.
"The best time," she replied, smiling over at me.
'Go on Jon, just say it, you idiot', I told myself, but I couldn't.
I couldn't bring myself to say it and risk her abandoning ship right then. I didn't want to move too fast. This was only her second relationship and she never would talk about the first one. All I knew was he destroyed her, every ounce of self-confidence she had was drained from her the second they called it quits.
"Maybe we can make it happen more than just once every couple of weeks," I suggested.
Mich smiled excitedly. "Really?" she asked.
I nodded, playing with her fingers, staring at our hands.
"Yeah. I mean…I miss you when I'm not around you, ya know? Maybe I can start coming here on my off days…" my voice trailed off.
"I'd love that. A lot, actually. I mean, there's really no point in you having an apartment that you pay a thousand dollars a month for in Vegas if you're never there. You can just come here, and we can spend more time together," she rambled.
I smiled and rubbed her chin softly with my thumb. "You want me to move in with you?" I asked her.
She blushed a deep shade of pink and nodded.
"I guess that's what I'm saying," she replied.
Well, that was a step.
'You dumbass. You can basically ask to move in with her but you can't tell her how you feel? Stop being a pussy,' I told myself. I smacked myself in the head in retaliation. Sometimes my conscience was a pain in the ass.
"Hey. Don't do that," Mich pulled my hand down.
"Sorry. I'm just thinking. My inner voice is an asshole," I told her.
She smiled softly and kissed my cheek. "Let's go inside and cuddle," she said.
I helped her out of the car and up the stairs to her apartment. I fumbled around for her key and let us inside. She quickly shed her coat and shoes before making her way into the bathroom. She left the door open and I watched her as she slowly began taking off her dress, unzipping the zipper on the side slowly and shimmying it off her shoulders. She allowed it to slide slowly down her body, revealing a sheer black lace bra and matching panties. I licked my lips, losing concentration on the buttons I was undoing on my shirt. She unhooked the bra slowly, hanging it on a hook on the door between the bathroom and her room. She removed a t-shirt from another hook and pulled it over her head. It fit her loosely, hanging off her right shoulder, showing off the anchor tattoo she had that said 'hold on, pain ends' around it. I rubbed myself through my jeans. I wanted her so bad. The water started running, steam rising as it heated up. She removed her contacts and washed her face, removing all traces of makeup, leaving her fair skin pink from the hot water and scrubbing she'd done to get it all off. She patted her face dry with a towel, picked up her discarded dress, and tossed it in the laundry hamper before turning off the bathroom light and walking back into the living room where I was cemented, still staring at her. I couldn't believe how lucky I was.
Mich walked past me to the black suede couch against the wall and sat down, pulling a blanket down over her. I wondered how easy suede was to clean if it got stained up. I fumbled with the rest of the buttons on my shirt and removed my belt and boots, followed by my jeans and socks. I dug in my bag for a pair of pajamas that might be clean, but literally everything smelled like ass. Fuck it. I zipped the bag closed and moved over to sit by Mich on the couch. She smiled softly, spreading the blanket out over both of us, taking my hand under the blanket and resting her head on my arm.
"Comfortable?" I asked her.
She laughed softly and nodded. "Comfortable. Content," she replied.
There was that sleepy voice I loved so much. "And tired," I added for her.
She nodded again, her eyes closed.
"You wanna sleep here?" I asked.
She looked up at me slowly. "Doesn't matter. I'd sleep under a bridge with you," she stated.
I kissed her head softly and laid down, pulling her with me. I adjusted the pillow under my head, wrapped my arms around her so that she wouldn't fall and readjusted the blanket. I didn't want her getting cold. She reached up and pulled one of my legs over hers and closed her eyes.
"Goodnight, beautiful," I said, rubbing her back.
She didn't respond. I only heard her breathing, nice and even, as her body rose and fell in unison as she slept. I sighed to myself, not ceasing to rub my hands in soft circles on her back. I replayed the day in my mind from beginning to end. Coming to see her was really spur of the moment. I hadn't planned it at all, at least not for that day. I'd dreamt about her for what seemed like the hundredth time. I'd had enough of dreaming. I wanted to see her, touch her, kiss her; so I'd changed my flight from Vegas to Dallas, hit the gym, and flown to see her. I picked up some flowers in the airport, called a cab, and headed to her place. She made it easy on me by saying she wanted something to eat, I played it off by saying I'd order it for her and have it delivered. I was afraid I'd have to hit every complex in the city or do some serious creeping to find her otherwise, and that could have taken the entire three days. The look on her face when she opened the door was priceless, complete shock and disbelief. It was like she wasn't sure if I was real or not.
I felt the same way about her sometimes. I wasn't sure how the hell I'd gotten so lucky to land a girl like her. She wasn't a supermodel or an actress or even another wrestler. She was just an average girl. She worked an average job. She didn't cake on makeup on the daily. Hell, she slept in her underwear and a t-shirt. She was satisfied with pizza and a glass of whiskey to wind down with. I didn't have to worry about taking her on vacations to wineries or tropical islands. She liked wrestling and rock and roll music. She liked funny movies and she didn't care whether or not she had kids. She adored her sisters and her friends more than life itself. She didn't care about Michael Kors or Coco Chanel. She didn't want a designer bag on her arm all the time or shoes with red soles. She was more comfortable in combat boots and leggings.
Most of all, she was comfortable with me. She cared about me and who I really was. She wasn't dating Dean Ambrose. She wasn't even dating Jon Moxley. She was with me, Jon Good. That meant a lot to me. Since I'd gotten into WWE, I had flocks of girls, in and out of the business on my dick, metaphorically speaking. I won't lie, I had my fair share of them actually on my dick at some point, but that's not important. None of them wanted me for the right reasons. They wanted to boost their own careers; modeling, announcing, commentating, wrestling, whatever it may be. Mich was just fine working where she did, selling clothes at the mall. She never asked me for anything, but if she'd asked me for the world, I would have given it to her.
What seemed like hours later, I finally closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep but Mich shifted slightly in my arms, but didn't wake. Once I was sure she was still out, I kissed her head softly and closed my eyes again.
"I love you," I whispered, and the world went black.