nyc prep continued

She smiled slightly, "I thought that's what you wanted."

He grinned. "No.. No I didn't."

"That's good to know," she grinned. "Really good."

He leaned in again, kissing her.

She instantly deepened the kiss. She knew now that he was everything she had ever wantd and she would do anything to keep him safe

His hands gripped her shirt. He honestly didn't think that she had felt this way, but to hear her say that.. well, it had blown his mind.

Her hands moved under his shirt. She didn't worry about his father seeing them, he was never home. She learned that the second month they were together.

He pulled the shirt off, tossing it to the side.

She pushed his towards the large couch a few feet behind him. She didn't want to seem desperate or easy because she wasn't, not anymore. But he needed to know how she felt

He sat on the couch, hard, but pulled his lips from hers. "What... what is this?" he asked.

she stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what to say. Over two months was just...gone. "I...I like you." She admitted, but she was pretty sure what she felt went way beyond like.

"I like you too," he nodded. "But... is this... is this like... Peter?" he had to ask. This was coming so fast, he had to know where it was coming from.

ooc: I think he knows about her and peter at this point, but I'm not 100%. if he doesn't I'll fix it.

Ooc: I think he knows


Paige froze. How could he think that? "Peter meant nothing," she said. "You...you mean everything to me," she whispered.

He looked at her, startled by that admission. "Oh." That was a lot.

she looked down. That was to much, she could see it on his face. She should have kept her mouth shut and just acted like everything was the same.

He was... everything? Wow. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat. "Uh, I.. I like you Paige. But uh, I'm... you know, new with this stuff. and I don't..." he shrugged. "I don't know if I can be everything you want?"

he could be, she knew he could be because he had been. "Just being you is enough," she said quietly.

He nodded. "Just don't.. expect too much." he smiled slightly. "You know me. I'm... not good at a lot of things. and I don't know if I;d be good at... this." he motioned between them.

"You'll be great, trust me." she smiled. "I don't expect you to be perfect, just be you."

He laughed. "Okay. I think I can do that."

Paige grinned, everything seemed to be okay now. she sat down beside him. She wanted to kiss him again but she didn't know if he'd be okay with that

HE leaned down and picked up his shirt again. Now he felt awkward. "So, uh, what do you want to do today?"

Paige shrugged, she didn't want him to put his shirt back on. "We could play video game."

"Alright," he nodded, pulling on his shirt again.

Paige took a deep breath. "Do you want me to put the game in?"

"In just a minute," he said before leaning in and kissing her again, gently.

Her hand moved to his chest as she kissed him back.

jeff smiled up at her taking the juice and downing the pills

Braden rolled over but was surprised jaime wasn't in bed. he slowly got up and out some pants on stepping out of the bedroom, "jaime?"

Sam forced herself to smile back. she walked back into the kitchen and filled the plates. She set his in front of him and sat down. "Working today?"

"Oh, you're up. Goot," Jaimie smiled. "Mama will be here soon."

He pulled her against him, harder this time.

Paige moved onto his lap, pressing firmly against him

"Yeah I need to." he said with a long inhale, " that smells great."

"Oh right..." he rubbed his hand through his messy hair, " what can I do?"

"Dig in." Sam took a bite of her eggs. "Think you could fit me in today? You know, since I decided on a tattoo."

He was startled by this, but gripped her shirt, pulling her in.

"Shower," she smiled. "Look presentable, that's all I ask."

he smiled around a mouthful of eggs, " absolutely."

Her hands slid under his shirt again. She didn't want to push him but she didn't want to stop


Sam smiled back. "Great, what time works?"

He pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against hers, breathing hard.

She pulled her hands back out and rested them on his chest. "sorry," she breathed.

"No, it's okay," he said, grinning a little. "It's really okay."

Paige grinned, "yeah?" she asked. she leaned in and brushed her lips against his, "good."