DISCLAIMER: I own none of the TNA characters. Adriane and Danny are mine. That's it.
The passion. It felt never-ending. So intense. Like a burn to the flesh. How I longed for this. AJ really knew what he was doing. After all of our trials, we were together again. Now, my dream was a reality. I couldn't believe it.
Waking up, I looked into his eyes. Afraid to move, for fear of waking him. His eyes finally met mine...
I'm jumping way ahead of myself. This isn't a story about wild sex, but a story about our love, mine and AJ's. It's a story over a year in the making. One built on trial, and perseverance. My darling AJ... this love overcomes like a wave, and no one could resist.
I met this man in December. I had just been hired to work for TNA wrestling as a promoter and scriptwriter. Then... I met him. He had this smile that could melt anyone. I was surprised that I maintained my composure. After my last relationship...
"You must be Adriane. I'm AJ."
"It's a pleasure, Mr. Styles."
"Please. Call me AJ. Mr. Styles makes me sound like I'm old."
"Whatever you wish." We sat down on opposite sides of a table. " So... what can I do for you?"
"I want to become a heel." I was little shocked to hear that. He looked like such a sweet guy...
"Really? You're working face so well. Why would you want this?"
"Just want to try something new. Any ideas?" I thought for a while. I was trying to be professional, but how could I do that with such a wonderful (and hot) guy in front of me?
"Well, since you don't have a manager who could help you turn..."
"What about you?" Our eyes locked with this intenseness.
"Me? Wow... um." I couldn't look him in the eye. "I'm no valet, AJ."
"You could be. I mean, you're beautiful, so why not?" At the mention of the word 'beautiful', I had to look at him. I had to know if he was serious.
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"Of course." I shied away. "Did I embarrass you?"
"No." I said, quickly taking his hand in mine. "No. I'm actually really flattered." I then realized that I was still holding his hand. Oh man, I didn't want to let go. He wasn't pulling away... I wondered why. He took my hand and squeezed it tight. It's like we were talking without words. That pause felt like an eternity. I let go, and realized that it was only about 15 seconds. After all I'd been through... I'll get to that later.
"So, in order for you to be heel, you'd have to do some low-down, dirty things, AJ."
"Like what?"
"Well, tell me something you'd be willing to do, and I'll fill in all the little poetic details."
"Poetic? Are you a poet?"
"Yeah, kind of. Poetry doesn't put food on the table. Writing scripts for TNA does."
"Can I hear some? Please?" The puppy dog look in his eyes could seriously melt steel. I couldn't help smiling.
"Sure". I pull out a small, tattered notebook and flip through it. "Any kind in particular?"
A smile crept to his face. "Any romance ones?" I thought, "Does he mean smutty romantic, dark romantic, what does he mean?"
"Well, let's see... I have a little bit of everything." I flip until one sticks out. "Okay. It's called 'To Be Forever Unnamed'." I cleared my throat.
"Can I just waste your time?
Let's just lay here, never wanting to leave.
Let's make time stand still,
As I can control the world from the comfort of your arms.
So seductive, so appealing... (at this point I made everything up, and spoke from my heart)
I wish to know you inside out,
Like a glove that fits my hand.
Let me take you over, AJ."
I stopped. I knew what I had said, and all I could do was avert my eyes. "Um. I have... to go. Um, here's my card. Let me know of you want to go through with the heel thing." I got my stuff and headed out the door as fast as I could.
"Adriane." AJ yelled out. I turned and faced him. "I really like the poem." He smiled, and went back inside.
I could have died. I was so embarrassed, but yet, all I could do was sheepishly smile.