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May 31: WWE Live! ; Springfield, IL - Prairie Capital Convention Center
Paige's POV
Emma and I arrive at the arena 3 hours before show time. It's a live event so the restrictions on what we do out there are almost entirely gone.
I have a match against Natalya and I couldn't be anymore pumped. She's one of my favorite opponents because she was willing to teach and round out my wrestling in the good old NXT days.
We walk to the locker rooms and note where each station is located if we need it.
"Hey, I'll catch you later, I gotta take care of something," Emma says. I honestly thought I'd be the saying those words. I smile and agree as she leaves down another hall. It's too early to change into my gear so I'm left to hang out. I'm expecting Miz to come up behind me and yell 'RamPaige!' any second now.
Nothing.
I feel so clueless.
All of a sudden, I see Miz on his phone in my peripheral.
"Miz!" He looks up at me and smiles.
I head towards him with bag still in hand. He's coming this way and I can't help but feel glad, because I missed him.
"Hey Paige, how are ya?" He says wrapping both arms around my shoulders. One of the most comforting feelings ever.
"I'm fantastic! I never got the chance to congratulate you on your match against Dolph on Tuesday. It was, well, awesome." I'm like a little kid fan telling him this.
"I left the arena early. But hey, thanks! I watched yours too, loved the facial expressions. You learn quick, don't you?" He winks. My heart flutters.
"I just learn from the best." I wink back at him. I'm pretty sure that looked awkward as hell from his standpoint.
Miz laughs, "Thanks."
"So what're you scheduled for later?"
"I have a match against Cesaro. How about you?"
"Against Natalya."
"Nice! That'll be a fun one."
"Yep. Hey Miz, when do you think I can get that promo lesson? I'm supposed to be on the mic at Payback."
"Hmm, maybe later. If not then, then definitely in Chicago."
"Alright, that's perfect."
We smile at each other. I'm not sure if he's noticed my infatuation, it's way too obvious even for myself.
It's killing me to know how he feels. Are we okay? Are we going to pretend that our feelings for each other don't exist? Because if we are, he's doing a damn good job.
Anything for alone time with him to talk this out...
Miz's POV
We're standing in the middle of the fast paced mess—déjà vu.
Paige looks so happy to see me. It breaks my heart to know I can't do the same with her. She only has me to focus on while I have a wife to think about. What I wouldn't give to have the both of them, but it just can't work that way.
And it's sad, I barely know anything about her life. She could tell me her entire twenty-one year story in a sitting and I wouldn't mind.
I need some alone time with this girl. It's hard to brush Paige away when all I really want to do is be by her side every day, guiding and protecting her. I won't let myself disappear just because I made a commitment to another woman. I can have girl-friends too. Maybe this can work out after all.
"So, where are you headed right now?" I ask.
Paige thinks for a second, "Um, I'm not needed anywhere at the moment so I was just gonna change and wait in the locker until it was close to show time."
"Wait, is that what you do every show?"
"I've done it more than once, yes. Why? Is it strange?"
"A little, I mean you could talk to so many people around here in the time we have."
"Well I'm still new so-"
"You're just shy."
Her cheeks get red in the cute way they do. It's like the signal that I said something to stir her up.
"Thinking about speaking to the other guys, you're right. I am shy. But it's different with you, Miz."
"Hmm... What do ya say we change into our gear and I'll let meet you outside your locker room door? Because we have a lot of speaking to do."
She makes a wide grin, like a kid who just got granted to buy the toy they've wanted for the longest time.
"You've got yourself a deal."
"Alright kid, I'll see you in a bit." I reach around her shoulders for a half-hug and start making my way to the Superstars locker room. With my back to her, I can feel her eyes burning through my body as I turn the hallway's corner.
• 30 minutes later (2 hours until show starts) •
I stand against the Divas locker room wall beginning to tape my wrists in black, as usual. Not all the way though, it's still too early.
A few seconds past then the large door opens.
Paige walks out in her signature attire of a purple colored top and bottom. Her leather jacket swinging on her right arm, as her boots are still untied; laces hitting the ground as she takes steps.
"C'mon, follow me," I grab her small wrist and take her to a somewhat secluded part of the hallway. Nothing suspicious of course, just away from most of the equipment. I stop when I see a trunk that reaches just under my chest.
"Okay, now stand in front of this..."she willingly follows orders, "Now jump!"
"What are you-AH!" I grab her waist as she hops in surprise which makes me do most of the lifting. She's light so it's okay.
She settles herself and her things on the trunk, "Miz, why am I up here?"
"So you're sitting but I think normal chairs are boring. Plus, I'm tired of looking down to talk you. I'd rather be looking up to see your face."
Paige is beautiful from any angle, but I've always loved when I'm looking up at girls. I see all of them and not just the top of their heads. The light above her hits where it seems like she's wearing a halo. I lean with my arms crossed to the left of her on the trunk.
I notice her title and put my hand on it, "Hey, this is mine. They should really change the name on it from Paige to The Miz."
She laughs out loud. A sound I love hearing. We settle down.
"So how was your week?" I ask.
"It was fine. Got a chance to get some good workouts in at the performance center. Nothing worth wasting your time to hear though."
"No, you wouldn't waste my time. I love hearing your voice. It's...what's the word? Calming I guess?"
"Aw, thanks Miz. Well how about you, how were your days off?"
"I got my beauty sleep, but it wasn't exciting either. I'd rather be on the road to get a thrill in."
"How's Maryse?"
A pang in my head flares a shot of anxiety, like I was just caught guilty.
"She's doing great! You know, just running her business from home."
"That's cool."
"Yeah, she actually mentioned you. She thinks you're really talented!"
"Really? Wow, that's so awesome to hear! Tell her thanks, that means a lot."
I can't help but notice her lip piercing and how she moves it around when I talk. With that said, I can't help but notice her lips either. I think she knows I've been staring at her mouth, she stops messing with the ball piercing. The tension is getting worse. Is there anybody around us? All I want to do is reach up for her face and kiss those lips.
I gulp hard and shake my head, "Ugh, I'm sorry Paige."
"No no, it's okay. What's wrong?"
"It's just...I'm trying to not do anything I'd regret later."
"Were you going too...?"
"Yes, Paige, I was gonna try and kiss you." It's out there now, I can't take it back.
"Miz, you shouldn't be thinking like that."
"Yeah, I know."
"It pains to me to say that because it's not like I would've pushed you away," her voice gets rough and quiet, "I'm only protecting you."
"I appreciate that, I really do."
So she wants to kiss me too. This is frustrating.
I check over my shoulders like people are watching us. Only a few others pass across the hall but nearly nobody.
As I turn back, I feel Paige's hand on my left cheek. Her gentle touch stops me in my tracks. I'm left to only look up at her eyes. I inch myself closer to her dangling legs. My right hand makes its way to her upper back, wondering if she'll make the first move. I apply pressure on her skin and she starts leaning in. We're centimeters apart as I try to make her jump down.
Our faces still close, I whisper, "Jump down. Trust me."
She does and I catch her at the waist for support.
Paige is still holding onto my cheek with the lightest sense of touch. Her body backs and leans on the trunk as I'm grabbing at her slim hips. I rest my forehead on hers, eyes closed. I'm still fighting whether or not I should do this. I can hear and feel her breathing against my jaw. I'm holding mine.
I gulp again.
"Paige..." my voice is near mute, "our little secret."
"Just kiss me," she whispers.
That's when I lose it. I force my mouth against hers so hard, I swear her head hit the trunk. But she doesn't pull away. I breathe out through the nose as our lips touch. A euphoric energy surges within my stomach through my mouth. It's hard to be gentle with her when this amount of passion is taking over every part of my body, even to the fingertips. I squeeze her hips, she tilts her head back in surprise. I hear her let out a sharp breath.
I return to her, making sure to get a bite. I can feel the coldness of her piercing against my lower lip. Her mouth is soft and perfect, moving just as fiercely as mine.
Finally, I place my forehead back on hers to let ourselves breathe. Her neck muscles are tense, forcing and lunging for more. My left hand reaches up to her neck and messages it to calm her down.
"Paige...we won't tell anyone about this okay?" I open my eyes to see the pain of desire in those orbs.
She nods in my grip, then gives a gulp, "Tell me there's more. I want more."
"I promise. Come meet me after the show. Drive with me to Chicago."
I realize that's the only place we can be alone, on the open road with no one to see us. I'm excited at the thought.
"I will, I will." She bites down at her lip.
That gesture is enough for me to take her to a part of the arena where nobody can find us, but I control myself.
I lean in for one last slow kiss before we part.
My lips tingle as I smirk at her. Paige shyly tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she's burning red now. I grab the jacket and title from the top of the trunk to carry them as we walk up the hall.
This can work, as long as no one but us know...
Ooh told you guys it'd be good :) Chapter 7 coming this weekend!