A Day In His Life (Completed)

The Bet

Mike

It's the end of the 4th quarter and The Giants have secured their win to make it to the Super Bowl.

"I never would've thought that the Giants would give the 9ers this big of an issue." Alaya says as she picks up our plates and takes them to the kitchen. I laugh and follow behind her with the empty beer bottles and throw them away.

"I know right. They pick this season of all seasons to actually show up and show out. But I didn't expect them to actually win. I guess Manning really wants a shot at the ring. Another beer?" I ask as I open the fridge.

She nods and rinses off the last dish. "I don't think the Patriots are gonna win the super bowl though. Manning wants it too bad. He's tired of living in Peyton's shadow." Alaya responded. She grabbed her beer from me and I pull her into my arms and kiss her.

"Do you know how awesome it is to have a girlfriend who knows football?" She giggles. "I love that sound" I say. I nuzzle the base of her neck as we walk towards to couch. "But I think Brady could take it. Eli is too hit and miss."

"That means nothing. Have you seen this mans stats this season? He's beasting! Brady might put up a fight but I think overall, I bet you Manning and the Giants are gonna take it." She says, matter of factly, as she takes a sip of her beer and changes the channel.

"I'll take that bet." I say, raising my eyebrows in her direction.

"I didn't mean like that." She states laughing. "But if you're serious then I'm not turning this down. This is too easy of a win."

"Ok so lets make it good then. " I say sitting up and facing her. "If the Giants win, then I have to do whatever you ask for 24 hours."

"Oh?" she says, a grin creeping across her lips. "Ok. And I'll do the same if the Patriots win."

We shake on it, and before she could let my hand go, I pull her into my arms and squeeze her in a mini bear hug. She squeals and giggles as I begin tickling her. When she begins to push me away, I stop the tickle torture and just hold her. She slowly stops laughing, her breathing slows and she looks up into my eyes. The look I saw the other day, clearly prominent in her deep brown irises. Before, it was kind of guarded. But this time, she didn't try to hide it. In the back of my mind, I am screaming that she feels the same. But somewhere lurking in the shadows is a glimmer of doubt. And that alone stops me from spilling my heart to her.

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Alaya

I saw it again. That look. It happens more often now. More unguarded than it used to be. I gave up on trying to hide it a long time ago. But I have yet to get to the point of actually expressing my feelings.

Mike has been staying over my place more often over the last 2 weeks. We've gotten into our own little routine. He takes me to work, goes and does his thing, picks me up from work, and then we spend the remainder of the day together and fall into a post coital slumber virtually every night. Tonight, for some reason, I am having a hard time falling asleep. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling as I listen to the soft and steady breathing of the man sleeping next to me. Rolling over, I admire how peaceful he looks in his sleep. The light from the moon streams through the slits between the blinds and highlights parts of his face. I study the curves of his face that the light touches. The arch in his eyebrows, the little birthmark right below his left eye, the way his eyelashes fan out across his closed eyelids. I reach up and gently trace along his jawline, my index finger gently gliding across his full bottom lips. He stirs and my hand stills. A smile lazily spreads across his lips and he reaches out for me and pulls me against him.