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(1 hour before show starts)
Paige's POV
I don't know what to do with myself. I'm in utter shock. My hands and legs are shaking from the ecstasy. If someone told me Miz would be kissing me the way he did tonight I'd surely question that, but it happened; I couldn't be more happy.
With happiness, also comes paranoia. It's 'our little secret', he says. I've never hidden anything like this but now I feel as if I've just stolen a national treasure that I can't return. I don't want to be waving around the fact that Miz somewhat belongs to me—I'll try not to—but I'm so damn elated. I'm giddy which would cause people to wonder. Then what? I'd have to say it's nothing when it definitely is something, and it's something so scandalous.
Should I feel dirty? Should I be feeling rubbish? No, nobody will ever know about this. We can get away with it for some time.
But the way Miz handled me, I've never felt more of a woman like I did in those precious minutes with him. He didn't treat me like a child, seeming most do. I've never had a guy touch me, or I let touch me. I felt like a whole different person.
When he had his forehead on mine, I knew he was contemplating the righteousness of the situation. He still did it. In that moment I knew he felt just as strongly for me as I do him, no doubt.
Miz's lips, so indulgent, especially when I know I couldn't have them in the first place. The sensation in my body he made come out was nothing short of orgasmic. My knees buckled when he began sucking at my lower lip.
I want that feeling again.
God if anyone I knew caught me thinking like this...
After we walked up the hall, relief hit me when there were no familiar faces around that could have been watching our escapade. Miz handed me my title and jacket as I was about to enter the room. He came really close to my ear and said, "I'll see you later Paige." I smiled at this as I watched him walk with a sense of victory. He turned his head my way and threw an arrogant smirk before he went down another hall.
That man can have me whenever he wants.
So I sit in the Divas locker room, secluded in a far corner and hunched over staring at the floor in front of me. I have my left ankle over my right knee; foot shaking at a ludicrous rate. I'm nervous and antsy, but not for my match at all...
I can hear the other Divas quarrel in the bathrooms and showers behind me. Talks about their matches and their men. I don't belong with any of them, I'm pretty sure they mentally slap me when they congratulate on my match wins. I stare at the title on my right which is in the locker. I hold so much prestige in the form of a giant metal butterfly.
My attention quickly turns to the door, opened by Emma.
"There you are! Been looking for you Paige." She makes her way over, dressed in gear. I don't know if she's on the card, but that's the thing in the WWE—you've got to be ready for anything.
"Hey Emma." I say as calmly as possible.
"People are filing in right now. It's gonna be fun."
"Yeah? I bet!" Hope that didn't sound overdone.
"I ran into The Miz on my way here," the mentioning of his name flares the fire in me, "and we talked a little bit. Y'know, he said that he's looking forward to the Divas Division making a much-needed comeback this year, all thanks to wrestlers like me and you."
I can't help but revel in that, "Aw, that's so nice of him to say."
"Yeah. None of the other guys talk so highly of the Divas like him."
And I appreciate him for that.
"See? Told you I can learn from him. Miz actually wants to help me!" Among other things he wants...
"Okay, okay. I believe ya now. You're lucky Paige! I have Santino to do the same but it's hard learning when I'm laughing all the time."
I can imagine; Santino's probably the funniest guy in the WWE.
"Well, we both got lucky to be around good people. I'm excited," I say gleaming.
For the first time in ages, fear—in any sense— is far from my mind.
Miz's POV
I stand in front of the black curtain marked with a white X. This is where I I am the most focused. No time to play games, no time to worry about anything else. The people on the other side are stirring.
"AWWWESOOOME!"
I push through as the lights engulf my vision, the fans fill my hearing, and I know—this is where I'm the most alive.
My heart beats its loudest.
"Making his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 231 pounds, THE MIZ!"
This sensation can't be compared to anything. And this is the only beginning of a great night.
I feel invincible. Nothing can bring me down.
(Post match)
Breathing heavy, tired, and in pain—gotta love it. I make my way to the back in need of a cold towel and bottle of water. My match against Cesaro was fun for me. That swing threw me for a spin; pun definitely intended.
I trudge slowly to make sure everything is moving the way it should... Yep, all is well.
As I travel the floor in front of me, I'm stopped. Two black Doc Marten's enter my vision range. I angle up the person's legs and smirk as I see the pale skin.
Paige is smiling wide in front of me, one fist clenched, another with an icy bottle. Her arms are ready to extend for a celebratory hug.
"Awesome match Miz!" She reaches around my neck, I return with a supporting hand on her lower back. I lost the bout anyway, but I could care less.
"Thanks Paige," I say, some of her hair sticks to my face as we pull away. She quirk-ly removes the leftover strands. Adorable.
"Here's water for you." She hands me the bottle and I take a giant gulp. Ah, perfect.
I look around us, making sure suspicion is out the window.
"Lay low, kid."
She knows exactly what I mean, "Oh yeah, sorry." She increases the space between us. I hate making her cautious around me, it isn't right.
"The show's almost over, don't worry," I wink and walk past her to the locker room. Was that slick or what? I still got it.
Paige's POV
I stand in the garage way near the parking lot, alone. I'm way too familiar to this feeling. I broke it to Emma that I'd be riding with Miz to Chicago and she took it without conflict so I'm glad. The weather is cooling down. I'm also glad I decided to bring my black beanie this week.
"PAAAAAIGE!" A yell from afar perks my ears. That voice is unmistakable—unMIZtakable. That was horrid, I apologize...
I notice Miz speeding to get to me. I get so bouncy around him, I worry myself sometimes.
"Hey, you ready to get outta here?" He jingles the keys to the car in front of his face and rolls his bag to stand up.
"More than ready."
"Alright then let's GOOO!" We walk out to his car as the wind graces my skin.
It's around 1AM so the fans who would normally wait for the Superstars and Divas to leave, have left. Good.
We reach his rental car and he opens the trunk. I throw my bags in and wait for him to unlock the front passenger door.
The car is compact but there's enough room to relax. He wasn't expecting to have a travel buddy anyway.
Miz and I enter as he slides the key into the ignition. He turns on the light and is fixated in my direction. I look to my right for anything out of the ordinary.
"No I'm looking at you, Saraya."
The way he says my name sends a chill up my spine.
His blue eyes almost glow under the orange-tinted light. Shadows reveal and hide portions of his face that softens his expression. I try to look at him in the eyes without shrinking into a ball. I get intimidated easily by men like him. I stand ground but I can't resist the curl in the corner of my lips.
"Miz, what?" I laugh awkwardly.
"Nothing, I'm just taking this in. You're...beautiful."
"Thank you...you too?" We share that laugh together. Fluffy compliments are not my forte.
He takes my hand, "I hope it's okay that I really want to know more about you."
"Of course." I don't let people in my life so easily, but my intuition senses that I can trust him. Such a rare occasion.
Miz flips the light off. It's dark and I can barely see him but I feel his hands take my face in for a kiss. I'm still not keen to this so I jerk away in surprise.
"Woah, I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" He asks.
"No no! It's me. I'm not completely used to...well, kissing."
"Really?"
I nod.
"Really? REALLY?"
Fell into that trap.
"I'm kidding. But it seemed like you knew what you were doing when you kissed me earlier."
"That was when I had time to prepare myself."
"Okay well, I suggest prepare yourself for every moment from now on because you might not know when I'll kiss you again."
"Hey wait, what if I wanna kiss you?"
From the remaining splashes of night light, I see he raises an eyebrow and puts on the cockiest smirk.
"Paige, I'm always ready for you."
I'm happy it's dark, he can't see my cheeks get hot from that response. Miz starts the car and leaves the Prairie Capital Convention Center parking lot.
The next 3 hours are going to be bliss.
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