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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 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... (lol xD)

I'm expecting Phil 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 Phil 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 he makes his way over with three plates in two arms. Scrambled eggs, bacon, hash browns, and my ultimate favorite, strawberry 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, Phil. This is really... sweet 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.

But I guess it just took a switch of a kiss to change that. Phil'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..."