not your ordinary bar girl

a secret

Jason's pov

I watch her from afar as she rides a horse on our farm. Our farm, I love saying that. She pulls up beside me and gets down. "You checkin' me out?" She asks, smiling. "Of course, the view is just amazing from over here." I say. She makes me smile. I put my hands on her hips and kiss her. The thing I love we can just stand here and enjoy each other's company without saying a word. "So baby what was that dream about last night?" I ask. "Oh just a jerk from my past that you scared off so it all turned out okay." She says, resting her head on my chest, my arms around her. "I love you." She whispers. "Me too. I'm glad ya gave me a chance." I say. She looks up. "Best choice I ever made." She says, kissing me again. We walk hand in hand back to the house. I sit on the couch with her on my lap, kissing me as I kiss her. Everything at that moment was completely touch and go. I was winging it pretty much. She tosses my hat. I slip off my boots. I slip my hand under her shirt. She grits her teeth. "What's wrong?" I ask. "My head." She says, getting up, pressing her fingers to her temple. I'm not sure what's wrong. "Just a migraine, probably." She says. "Probably?" I ask, worried. "Well, I don't know it could be anything. But it's probably just a migraine. I'll be okay soon." She says. I don't know why but I have a feeling it's not a migraine. It's something worse. Or it's just I'm paranoid, not wanting anything to happen to her. I massage her shoulders. "Anything I can do to help?" I ask. "Got any ibuprofen?" She asks. "I'm on it." I say, kissing her cheek. I pour a glass of wine and grab a pill. She smiles when she sees the wine. "Gotta get tipsy. It feels better that way." I flirt. She rolls her eyes and takes the medicine.

Miranda's pov

Looking into his gorgeous emerald love filled eyes, it makes me so glad that I gave love a chance again. I hope a headache is all this is. I put my arms around his neck, the glass of wine still in my hand. My hands tense up but I try not to show it. The fear is evident in his eyes. He's worried about me. "I wish I could make all your problems disappear." He says. "I have no problems, not when I'm with you. I know nothing can hurt me. You'll always be here." I say. He doesn't know what's happening behind his back. My hands about to give out, my legs will soon follow. My eyes go wide when my hand drops the glass of wine.

Jason's pov

Well that was odd. "Everything okay?" I ask. "I know this might sound strange to you but it wasn't always the boyfriends faults that I was alone." She says. What's she talking about? "I had a problem with pushing them away. Due to this." She continues. She shows me her hands but I don't see anything wrong with them. "I don't see anything." I say. "You don't see them twitching and tensing up?" She asks. I shake my head and hold her hands. "They look fine to me." I say. "Really?" She asks. I nod. That's when I see what she's talking about. Her hands tense up into fists and it takes all my might to open them. "Is that what you were talking about?" I ask. She nods. "Everything good seems to go fast. We were going great and then this stupid thing had to flare up again." She cries. "So, this has happened before?" I ask. She nods. "All my life." She says. I smile. "Everything is fine. It's just another thing that makes you you. It's what makes you my extraordinary bar girl." I say. "You have such a way with words." She says and I kiss her again. We sit back on the couch. "I love your hands." I say. "I love your legs, your face, your chest, and certainly your lips. Baby, I love you." I kiss her with all my might to prove my point. "Nothing will ever change that." I whisper, hugging her.