Hello babes, welcome to this new one-shots book about one of my biggest weaknesses, DOB. I hope you are going to like it and to support it as much as I loved writing it 💕
It may contain mentions of violence and smut so if you are not cool with it...
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His walking was everything but calm. He inflated his steps more and more thinking about Stan words. He glanced at his phone a few times before deciding what to do. His nostrils got a little bitter as he licked quickly his bottom lip. Mitch was defeated.
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He found himself staring at y/n's green door while he punched softly the palm of his hand—an habit of his. He didn't know if knocking was one of the best things to do but he knew that he had to do something and that he had to be quick. What if she wasn't there? What if she didn't want to talk with him after her discovery about the boy she dated being in CIA? He closed his eyes and inhaled then exhaled and suddenly when he reached out his hand to knock the door opened. Y/n was there ready to go out. She was wearing those heels he loved. Her legs were covered by her favorite pair of blue jeans—he thought they were her favorite because she put them on often. Even if they weren't her favorites, Mitch loved them. Her grey coat embracing her perfectly.
"What are you doing here?" Y/n almost snapped, standing into place looking at the man in front of her. "I needed to see you, to talk to you, to-" Mitch began. "To explain?" She guessed and Mitch nodded. Her y/h/c hair was falling on her shoulders when she decided to put a few locks behind her ear. "Look, I am sorry. It was a terrible idea, I may as well go." Mitch glanced down at his feet quickly ready to leave when he found her hand wrapping softly his forearm. "Get in." She barely said in a whisper. - Mitch looked at her the whole time. When she was preparing their coffee, when she poured it in the cup and when she gave it to him. He looked at her blowing into her cup to let the coffee cool a little, her lips get dirty with the coffee she was gently sipping. He could not stop thinking about the way her lips felt on his, the way they perfectly fitted one another as the missing piece of a puzzle. Fate is cruel, he thought. He lost his wife-to-be for someone's fault and was now about to lose the girl he wanted to be with, the girl who changed his impulsive behavior for his own fault. For his work, for what he tremendously wanted back then. Funny isn't it?
"It's not good to stare at someone without saying anything." She said looking at him. He knew she was about to curl her lips into a smile so he just shook his head. "I am sorry, but I can't help it. You are beautiful." He admitted looking at the empty coup he had in his hands. "Why are you here, Mitch?" She asked making him look at her with his hazel sincere eyes. "It's true y/n, I cannot deny that you were a target. CIA thought that if I got closer to you I would probably get closer to your brother as well. We didn't know you didn't know anything about the things he was doing, we thought you were his partner in crime." He glanced at his feet. "I thought that too, but then I got to know you and you were the only girl who moved something inside me, these feelings." He said shaking his hand up and down near his stomach. "These feelings I felt , I have not felt them in a lot of time." He admitted more to himself than to her. "So everything we did, everywhere we went.. it was all made up by the CIA. Wasn't it?" She asked with pure pain in her eyes. Y/n really trusted this man but she didn't know how to feel about all this story. Mitch suddenly stood up and kneeled in front of her, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "No, no y/n, no. I don't want you to think about it not even for a moment. The first time I saw you I felt something, right here." He grabbed her hand softly and put it on his heart. She gently stroked it and Mitch shivered. She looked from his heart to his eyes and whispered. "I know what I am about to say it's weird but, I am truly glad I was a target." She smiled softly, blushing. He giggled softly still resting his hand on her cheek. "I am glad I have worked for CIA, then." "You work, you mean." She glanced away. "I found something more important than working for CIA, y/n." "What-and what's that?" She furrowed her brows. "Coming back to Brown." He listed glancing around. He finally looked at her. "You." "What did you just say?" She asked biting her lower lip. "What you just heard." He whispered in a husky voice leaning in to touch her lips with his. His tongue gently touched her lower lip to have full access to her beautiful mouth. She sat on his lap locking her hands on his neck, passing one of them into his untamed hair. He touched his thighs softly making her shiver, a little moan escaping from her lips making Mitch go crazy. And so it was. Two souls, Mitch and y/n's, sharing only one body. The boy who lost everyone he loved in his life, who lost even himself on that beach, finally was able to love and be loved once again, this time—forever. Mitch could not be happier to let it get personal.
