Undercover Cops

Chapter 33

It felt good to take a real shower after these intense days. Very delighting, that's for sure. But it was close to the end; only the final action remained. We have a group meeting tomorrow and we will definitely decide the plan to save our beloved Beatrice. 

A little stressed, I ran my hands across my body and started to hum a melody. I felt joyful at this instant; almost everything was falling into place. Selena and I reconciled, and I was in heaven. No more squabbling with her, that's so I hope.

The only thing that I still haven't decided yet was how to deal with Joe. He seemed to be changing for the good, and almost confessed, but not enough. I wanted to hear the actual words, and I want him to prove it to me.

"Woah," I heard someone say as I jumped of surprise.

I turned around and saw Joe staring at me, or should I say my body, with wide opened eyes. I immediately became flustered, and particularly embarassed that he was seeing me naked. I've always self-conscious, and this feeling suddenly came back like a tidal wave.

"Are you crazy?!" I screamed in a high pitch voice. "Don't you know how to knock?!"

I quickly covered myself with a towel while he still ran his eyes down my body like it was the most interesting thing he has ever seen. I became angry and started yelling incoherent curse words, but he instantly pulled his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry, Demi. I didn't intend to disturb your personal space, but I just wanted to talk to you... and I didn't exactly hear the water running..."

"We'll talk after my shower, you fool!" I glowered at him before slamming the door right in front of his face. "By the way, learn some respect for women and the definition of privacy, because 'to not hear the water running' is a lame excuse!"

Hopeless, he was hopeless, I thought bitterly as I dressed in my nightgown. When I was starting to believe that he really changed, he just had to come and crush all my hopes. Looked like he returned back to the old and horny Joe. I should've thought that guys like them don't change as easily as we expect them to.

"I'm sorry," he repeated apologetically once I exited the bathroom. "I didn't think... please forgive me."

I ignored him and threw myself on the couch. I didn't know what kind of talk he wanted to have, but I still felt frustrated with his invasion of privacy. I was equally sick with his unsatisfying apologies, which he seemed to deliver more and more often. If he doesn't want to mess up, he simply has to think before doing an action.

"Don't be so stubborn," Joe sighed, flopping on the spot beside me. "I really didn't expect to see you naked. Let's just forget about that; we need to talk."

I really hated that phrase. What possibly does he have to say to me? I suddenly thought about that talk we had when he waited for me with flowers. Did he want to announce that he abandoned our failed relationship or perhaps that he lost interest in changing himself and proving he's worth my love? I felt nauseous at the idea and retained my breath.

"About what?" I asked half-nervously and half-curiously.

"Us."

Well, that caped my attention. I found myself looking back at him, as we locked eyes like we lately do often. Then, in a sudden movement, he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me towards his chest. As his lips lingered near my ear, I felt so weak with his touch, and so many butterflies fluttering down my stomach.

"What... What about us?"

He stared at me with fire in his eyes, before slowly pushing me on top of him. I was absolutely hypnotized by his actions and waited for his every move. Only him could rock my body with countless chills, and only him could make me shiver just at the thought of his lips in mine.

"I don't know what's happening between us these few days..." He whispered, his voice husky. "But I believe something has been happening." He cupped my face with his hands tenderly and leaned in a little. "I know you want to take it slow, but I can't wait anymore. I feel strong feelings for you, even though I genuinely tried to fight it, and it'll be an honor to call you my girlfriend."

Was he asking me to...? My heart jumped with joy and I couldn't find my voice, nor my answer. Was I ready for a relationship with him, a real one? I stared at him breathlessly, as he stared back, anxious for my answer. I didn't take time to over-think my decisions; I followed my heart.

My lips curved into a smile, and he instantly knew the answer. He waited no time to push his lips to mine, stealing the most passionate kiss I've ever given. After a few minutes, he slid his hand towards my nightgown to slowly take it off, and it drove me crazy. My legs tangled around his waist, I burned with desire and wanted him so much that I could explode at any moment.

"Take me..." I begged, not able to resist his pleasurable hands and intense look.

It was the best night of my life.

Mission day 7

Nick wandered down the street with Miley, feeling like a wreck. He felt so scared to be rejected and simply couldn't man up enough to confess. He truly felt nothing but love for her, but the words wouldn't leave his mouth. They stopped at a red light, half-way to a Florida restaurant for breakfast, and Nick felt obligated to say something.

"What would you do if the Rice Cripies company shut down and Selena won't be able to attend her favorite shoe sale that happens on March 29?"

What. The. Hell. He really needed some wall to bang his head on, by now. But well, walls are too heavy for him to carry 24/7. Shame on him.

"Firstly, I don't give a flying damn about Rice Cripsies, and Christmas's shoe sale shut down like two years ago. Get to the point, Nick. If you have something to say, don't turn around the subject for eternity. I know you."

Nick gulped down anxiously, ashamed of his irrelevant backup question. Hum, let's think. What would Cole do in that kind of situation? He then remembered his mentor's weird pandas proposal and felt the need to mention it.

"I can train pandas so that they can form the shape of a ring," suddenly blurted out Nick.

Miley narrowed her eyes, a creeped-out look on her face. The leader of the team sighed and ran his fingers through his spiky hair. He was a brave agent, but definitely not a brave man. Especially when it comes to her.

"You're bizarre today," the brown-haired woman remarked, flipping her hair naturally. "Did the mission devour all your neurons?"

"No, you did that," hastily responded Nick.

A heavy silence fell upon them as the poor cop realized how much he messed up. Again. He will never have a chance with her if he continues to screw up.

"I mean- I didn't mean- I, I, I love e-everything about you," he stammered, his face turning beet red. "Damn, I can't speak today."

Miley giggled, flattered by her friend's behavior. Maybe he does have feelings for her after all.

"I'm not good with words," whispered Nick sadly. "But these last months... after we decided to end our friends with benefits situation, I... I've been thinking about it, a few times actually, and hum..."

Nick stopped himself, analyzing his words after it came out, before gaining the necessary courage.

"Will you go out on a date with me?"

Miley burst out laughing and gently took his hand. She felt like her heart will explode with joy, something that never ever happened since the departure of her dad. She couldn't believe that Nick just confessed. In his way. It was way too adorable.

"I'm not a cheesy person, but... Nick, took you long enough."

The man blushed a little but decided to capture her lips in a slow and loving kiss.

Things were finally falling into place.

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Nancy xox