Caught In The Mission

Twenty

I woke up the next morning with the expectations of waking up in my room alone, wrapped up in my duvet feeling sorry for myself. But that didn't happen. I let out a small yawn turning around to be met my a pair of deep blue eyes.

"You stayed here the whole night?" I asked turning so I was lying flat on my back. I looked up the the white ceiling, my eyes following the circular patterns. I didn't expect him to stay the night at all. I would have thought he would have gotten uncomfortable half way through and left. But here he was on his side, one arm bent under his pillow the other running through that thick dark hair of his.

"Don't look so disappointed Watts." He said giving me a lazy smile.

"I'm not..." I stopped and turned my neck so I was looking at him. "Thank you." I said in a more serious tone. I was extremely thankful. If he hadn't been here last night I wouldn't have slept and probably had my nightmares haunt me all night. I was surprised but also grateful of him staying.

I felt the bed move slight as he slid closer to me. I could feel his body temperature radiating over to me. "It's fine...I know You said no yesterday but it's a new day and I think." He stopped and thought over his words while I raised my eyebrow up. "I think you should talk about last night-' I cut him off quickly.

"No." I looked up to the ceiling again.

"Julia." He spoke my name in a whisper.

"I don't want to talk about it." I paused, slowly being reminded of why I had a moment last night. Images of that car and the shadow figure I couldn't identify. I took a deep breath before slowly turning my head to look at him again. "It's not that I don't want to...I just...just cant." I brought my hands up to my face, "I've been on my own for a long time, a really long time and I've handled this on my own since I can remember. I've never had someone here asking about how I am or offering to listen to what I am going through, besides myself you're the only one who knows about this. So talking is not easy for me you have to understand." I felt a hand grab a hold of my wrist, slowly pulling my hand away from my face, his face was a lot closer to mine than before.

"I understand, but you need to know that you're not alone anymore. That may be heard to believe... with the history we have had but I am here to listen, If you need me." There was sincerity with his voice, sincerity that warmed my heart.

"Yeah we had the best history." I said letting out a small laugh, to which he mirrored. If you had told me when I was 18 that in a few years' time Alex and I would be lying in the same bed having a deep conversation together I would have called you crazy and laughed at your face. "Thank you though, I mean it. Thank you."

"You've said that 100 times now." He said releasing my wrist from his hold and brought his hand to my face, brushing of  stray hairs away then gently tracing the back of his palm from my temples down to my cheek then down to my jaw. Each movement left a trail of warmth and brought small butterflies to my stomach. "I think it's a great story to tell." He went on to say with a small smirk forming on his face.

"And what story is that?" I asked placing my hand over his which was on my jaw still.

"Two agents who grew up as rivals end up becoming..." he paused for a second almost as if he was having an internal debate with himself. "Becoming friends" I smiled at his words, I was half hesitant at what he was going to say but will settle with that. "Are we even friends right now."

I let out a small laugh again. "You've had my back those last few nights, and you are currently lying in my bed invading my personal space...I think you could class us as friends." He looked down at me, for a split second there was a look in his eyes that I didn't recognise but it was replaced by a mischievous boyish look. I didn't have time to ask him why he was looking at me like that because he quickly cupped the side of my face drawing my head up slightly as he leaned down, kissing me. It amazed me how at 23 I was feeling like a 15 year old girl filled with butterflies in her stomach all because of her crush. Except this crush was Alex. Alex who id grownup fighting and loathing, now here he was stroking the side of my cheek with his thumb as his lips moved slowly against mine making me feel like I'm on cloud nine.