Rampaige. [Editing]

Her Touch

Author's Note:

MATURE CONTENT WARNING! This chapter is rated M for subject matter...

I'm not a guy so writing it from Punk's POV was difficult but it had to be from his perspective :p

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Wednesday, June 11: Orlando, Florida - Paige's apartment

(Late afternoon/Nighttime)

PAIGE POV-

I quickly unlock the door, swinging it open to see an empty abode. Everything is exactly how I left it, mess and all. The air smells of comfort and familiarity. I drop my bags onto the floor. From behind, Phil lifts me up in a hug type hold then sets me back down. I can't help but laugh. I hear the door shut as I turn to face him. Falling into his sturdy body, he catches me. That crazy giddy grin will stay plastered on my face for as long as he's around. Looking into his eyes, the glowing green blends so well. I can nearly see my reflection in the water. He puckers his lips as I lunge to meet them.

We part and move the bags to a convenient area where there's less clutter. In my apartment, that's difficult to do.

"So this is your living space, huh?" He asks, looking around.

"Yeah. It's not much but it does the job. Not like your crazy big house, ya know."

"No it's not, but I'd rather be here so it's okay." He gives a wink.

"Awww, you're so cute!" I pinch both of his cheeks as he smiles.

Phil has been increasingly flirtatious in the past few days.

Everything he says always ends up making me feel like an excited child. It's such a weird contrast he makes me go through.

One minute: I'm a woman with a thirst for lust.

The next: I'm jumping around like a 10 year old. I guess that's just the teenager in me, which really hasn't had time to make an appearance until now.

We decide to get situated, I change into more comfortable clothing, and he does the same.

Afterwards I notice him already spread out on the couch, on his phone, and has made himself at home.

"Really? I'm less interesting than your phone?" I mockingly repeat what he said to me back in Green Bay.

He glances up then proceeds by stuffing the device into his cargo shorts pocket, "Of course not, babe. Come here."

I gladly make my way over and plop right against his body. His arm drapes over my right shoulder. Every part of his presence makes me melt.

"So, what did you wanna do tonight?" He asks.

"Guest's choice. I'm up for anything."

"Yeah? How about we grab some dinner and then do stuff..." His obvious emphasis automatically gets me to giggle.

"Well, I'm not really hungry at the moment so I guess we can just skip to the stuff..." I look to him and raise an eyebrow.

We burst in laughter. It's hard to take him seriously with intimacy when I know neither of us are truly in the mood.

He pulls me in tighter, "No, we can grab food later. I think this right now is perfect."

This is one of the first times I'm able to relax in a while. Being busy on the road makes me new to this sitting, doing nothing.

Except this time, I'm not dreading it. Time alone with him is precious to me.

"I guess I'll just have to tell you this before it becomes a surprise..." he says.