Rampaige. [Editing]

The Decision

PAIGE POV-

My eyes flutter and all I see is blurs. The night's sleep was the best I've had in ages. I bet it was even more than 5 hours. Realizing I'm still in the same clothes when I left the arena, I turn to my right.

I accidentally hit Phil in the back.

He's shirtless, facing the opposite wall.

Wait, what happened last night?

His body moves as a reaction.

The small hotel room is lit by soft, orange and blue sunlight as the sun is about to rise. I sit up, give a yawn, and remove my jacket to get more comfortable.

I face him again and he's already awake, turned to me this time. The way his dark brown hair looks natural, not slicked back with gel, melts me. His eyes read of a delicate thought.

"Good morning," I try to say but my voice hasn't fully developed in the wake of the day.

"Morning, Paige." He says, with the same infliction.

The bed is big enough for me to sit criss cross and I do.

Punk grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, pecking the skin. My arm is extended as he pulls harder, forcing my body to move to his. Then I realize he wants me to lie next to him.

And I do.

As I rest my temple on his chest, his heartbeat is an automatic sound in my ear. It's slow, yet strong.

Completely representative of the love we share.

I can't help but wonder, "Phil, did we do anything?"

His chest pops as a chuckle escapes his lips, "No, nothing, sadly. I respect you too much to try anything yet anyway."

I point my chin to him, "Thank you."

He smirks and kisses the top of my forehead. My arm sneaks to rest on his bare abdomen the same way his fingers sneak against the small of my back. I'm trying to keep this moment alive as long as he lets me. It's been so long since I've had this kind of interaction with a guy.

The last guy I remember being able to do this with was, Seth.

But that's all in the past.

Usually, I wouldn't be as willing this early, but I've actually been less comfortable in family situations than right now.

That hand on my spine lifts to the back of my head. He tangles his fingers within the mess of hair, gingerly massaging my head. I could fall asleep again like this, it's that soothing.

"She'll be calling any minute now," he says as his chest vibrates.

"Let her. Though, it's your choice if you want to answer." I hope he didn't take my tone negatively.

All of a sudden, his body moves to sit up. I displace myself and watch as he positions against the backboard, rubbing his face with both palms in distress.

There he goes again, choosing what he should do on the inside.

Choosing who...

Not a second after, his phone begins ringing. I continue to watch him and his mannerisms. He desperately glances to the phone on the dresser then back at me.

"Come here," Phil says loudly enough over the ringtone.

I don't know what to expect but I still follow his request. I shift to face him and scoot forward. His long muscular arms reach behind my ear and pulls. I don't resist because I know his decision hasn't changed...

He chose me.

I lean toward his head and connect lips. His are dry, probably like mine. But we find a way to change that.

The phone continues to ring while we're in this lovelock. The sound fades away from me as I focus on him. Each delicate movement delivers a smack that entices me even more. He knows exactly how to make a girl feel like a woman.

Both hands apply pressure to his chest, catching him off guard as I throw a leg over his torso. I'm situated on his stomach, sitting on an area just above his lower body. I'm hunching forward to kiss him, letting bliss take over.

One of his hands rest on my hips while the other is still holding my jaw. The pace slows down and the individual pecks get longer.

"Paige... you're the one.. I want," he splices this phrase between kisses.

His lips give me one last lingering touch before we open eyes.

Our heads are so close. I stare straight into those windows, detailing the blue and light blue streaks around his pupils. The sunlight shines the round contours of his face. His soul inside is telling the truth. I can cry at how beautiful this moment is.

"Punk-no, Phil...I love you so much." He smiles one of those smiles that are impossible to resist from happening. I do the same.

Then Phil goes in for another long kiss and I gladly let myself disappear into him.

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Author's Note:

A cute little short chapter for you guys. The feels righttt ?