Author's Notes: This is my final Chapter!

If you liked it, please follow my new story "Skinny Double Dirty Chai" which is this same story from Paige's POV, (God bless character's who can't express their feelings, so much writing material). It's not just the same thing written again, it shows new scenes as well.

I've enjoyed writing this story and hearing from you all!

-J

Coffee With Cream

Chapter 13

Curled up in bed alone, Mike feels defeated. All he wants is to fall asleep and never wake up again, but he can't turn his brain off. He just lays there, replaying the night's events over and over again in his mind. He had showered when he got back to the house, but he can still feel the ghost of Paige's touch on his skin. He anxiously wets his bruised lips for the hundredth time that night. They still taste like salt and her.

Just as Mike's resigning himself to the fact that he may need to sneak down to the kitchen and steal some of Brigg's rum if he's ever going to get any sleep, (it's scary how quickly he's taking after his mentor), the door to his room creaks open. His whole body tenses. He keeps his eyes shut, and tries to fake sleep. Mentally he prepares to lunge for his gun on the nightstand.

"At ease soldier." Comes a sultry voice behind him. He feels the bed dip as Paige crawls under his sheets and presses herself to his bare back.

Her arms wrap around him, and she casually tosses one leg over his. She pressed a soft kiss to the back of his neck and he instantly melts into her touch. He takes the small hand resting on his chest and entwines her fingers with his own. He fears he's dreaming, but examining her hands oddly comforts him. In his dreams, her skin would be smooth and unharmed, rather than scraped and burned from the night's activities. He tenderly presses her hand to his lips, wondering what made her change her mind.

She doesn't speak.

He's afraid to speak.

Eventually his curiosity overcomes his fear of scaring her off. He takes a deep breath and tries to keep his voice calmer than he feels. "So, what you said on the beach... About not-"

"It's Graceland. Everybody lies." She cuts him off softly, burying her head between his shoulder blades. His heart swells. It's not a declaration of love per se, but from Paige, it's real.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" He has so much to say to her, so much he wants to ask.

"Go to sleep Mike."

"So, you don't think this is a bad idea?" He asks hopefully, fighting his inner urge to analyze and fully understand every situation.

"Oh, it's a terrible idea," she mumbles sleepily into his shoulder, "Worst idea ever, but we'll figure it out later..." She yawns against him. "Don't be offended if I slip out before you wake up."

He laughs lightly, his laugh turning into a yawn as well. Suddenly he is hit with a pleasant new wave of exhaustion.

"As if you could ever wake up before me." He mutters sleepily, the words slurring slightly as he drifts off into a peaceful slumber beside her.

Done. Now go s/9480390/1/Skinny-Double-Dirty-Chai