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"I didn't wanna fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled, and, holy shit, I blew it."

Thursday, June 12: Orlando, Florida - Paige's apartment

(The morning after)

Paige's POV

I flutter my eyes open to the bright sunlight shining through the window. It's so intense that I immediately squint to accommodate my vision. Last night's sleep was the deepest I've ever had in my life, not just as a traveling WWE superstar. There's a small draft towards the lower end of my body and that's when I remember I slept without any sort of underwear. The pair that was disposed of is only a few feet away from the bed so I stretch my arm out to grab it. Sitting up and covering myself, my body is in all types of new soreness. Mostly between my legs...

I'm expecting Miz on the other side of the bed, but turning around, it's just the remaining bed sheets with the shape of someone who had been resting there.

Did he leave already?

My heart dies in such a quick drop at the thought of him just disappearing without a notice. I let out a sigh, then put on a pair of comfortable workout shorts. As I'm leaving the room, I hear a crackle. Then the aroma of bacon and eggs waft to my nose, slapping my senses to the smell of breakfast. Upon entering the kitchen, there's Miz just in an apron hustling over a busy stove. I can't help but smile at this sight.

"G'morning, champ." He says with his back still turned away.

"Morning, babe." I'm too happy to call him anything else. I take a seat at the small table that has already been set up with utensils and plates for the meal. The stove clicks off and Miz makes his way over with three plates in two arms. Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and my ultimate favorite—pancakes.

He places them in front of me and scoots a chair to my left, sitting down. "I hope it all tastes alright, I haven't made food for anyone in a while." He smiles and it's too damn adorable.

"Thank you, Miz. This is really... awesome of you."

He gives me a kiss on the forehead, making me calm again.

Then, we dig into the feast.

The replay of last night's events turns on in my head. I'm usually not keen on the details of things but I can recall every little speck in what happened just a short while ago. It's ironic because I had thought we wouldn't be in that mood at all. I guess it just took a switch of a kiss to change that. Miz's power to make me confident enough to advance bases with him is irresistible. Like I said before, he can do whatever he wants with me...

As I take a few bites of egg, these thoughts mask the taste of the food. Now I'm just chewing, not really eating.

"Hey Saraya, I know what you're thinking..." His voice breaks my staring off into space. "I just wanna say that last night was incredible."

I really have no idea how to respond to that so I just settle with, "It definitely was..."

He laughs, "For your first time, it was perfect."

Losing my virginity to Miz is one of my better decisions. Despite the initial pain, he made it something so special. They say you never forget your first, I say I wish I could do it all again. All of the unfamiliar sensations, felt amazing.

"...Thanks?" I laugh afterwards.

"We'll do it again sometime," he winks, sending another tingle up my spine.

"Hey y'know, I thought you left when I woke up."

"Just to buy ingredients but I could never leave you so easily."

Aww, how cute.

"So what time is your flight?"

"Eleven-thirty. That gives us some time to hang out, I guess."

"Please say we don't have to go anywhere, I just really want you here with me."

"Aw Paige, of course. That's kind of what I wanted anyway."

I smile at him. At least he's mine for a few more hours than I expected.

Miz's POV

If you ask me if I'm ready to face my wife, my answer would be a giant NO. But no one's really ready for anything in life, right? Every time I think about boarding that plane and flying to Los Angeles, my heart just about leaps out of my chest. There's no avoiding it. I have to put on my big boy pants because it has to be done...

After breakfast, we decide to lounge in her apartment. There wasn't that much time to go on an adventure anyway so we're left with ourselves for fun.

In this span of two hours is where I get to know her a little more than I already do. Favorite music, favorite movies, favorite foods—favorite everything. Our tastes are almost identical, it's so weird. With Maryse, it was clashes left and right over the simplest things. I could tolerate that but having someone with the same interests is nice for once.

It's these kinds of moments that make it so hard to leave Paige. It's just her without any covers or fronts. There's no pressure for us to keep our mouths shut about things so we just let it all out. We gossip about the other Superstars and Divas, laugh at how crazy they can be, and share some embarrassing stories to pass the time. Building trust like this is so important to me, and I'm confident to confide in her. She's my Paige.

At the airport, she's there to send me away. It's closing in on 11:30am as I just have my phone and wallet with me. Everything else is at her apartment because there's no doubt I'll be back. We stop at the gate.

"Looks like this is where we say goodbye." She says.

"Wow babe, don't be so depressing about it! It's not a goodbye, it's a short timeout." I hold her body close, by the waist.

She laughs, "Okay, okay you're right. Well good luck, don't have too much fun." Her arms drape over my shoulders.

"I'll be having a miserable time, thank you very much. I'll let you know how it goes."

"Seriously Miz, don't make it worse than it already is. I want you and I without anything to stop us."

"I completely agree..." The intercom goes off. "Alright, I have to board now. I'll see you soon. Have fun at NXT."

I lean downwards to her lips and catch them ready for a small kiss. We part and say our love you's. I wave to her as I show the flight ticket on my phone. Before turning to walk, I get one last look at her, then enter the plane.

Taking a seat in the appropriate section, I stare out the small round plane window. It's hitting me right now that this will be the last time Maryse will be called "Mrs. Mizanin". I know what I have to do, but I don't know what to say. I stare down at the fourth finger on my left hand. The ring is still there but it no longer holds any meaning.

This is it.

Once the plane finally rolls down the runway, I reflect on everything that has gotten me this far. I'm off to the other side of the country to face the end, to a new beginning.

Surprise Saturday Update! Next one coming on Monday, as usual ;)