Hey there guys! This fanfic is about Wesvitto, of course (: This is obviously made up, just my hopes written haha. I love them together, even though of course I respect they've moved on, and Paul is now with Phoebe. Enjoy this little introduction chapter!

Paul Wesley entered the hotel's lobby under the sunset light, successfully avoiding whomever might have recognized him.

He hadn't planned anything for the night. All he could do was sit in his hotel room in LA, bored, trying to catch something good on TV. He had come alone, to visit some friends. Or so he told himself. The city was full of sparkling memories that hurt him like a thousand stabs, and he wasn't sure how long he could resist it.

Paul got himself a turkey sandwich and a beer, and settled on the bed, catching the remote in a skillful move.

As he flicked through the channels, he caught a flash of dark hair and pouty, kissable lips he knew very well.

Torrey?

His eyes narrowed, analyzing her face and the scene she was playing. Was Pretty Little Liars on?

No, wait. The channel was CBS. Ah. Paul remembered reading she was a guest in CSI's spinoff. And he was apparently currently assisting to a very sexy episode.

There she was, his ex-wife, on barely more than underwear, moving her red lips to let out husky, seductive words.

Her chocolate eyes, always so beautiful, were darkened by -he hoped- fake lust.

He could barely hear anything, his five senses on her at all times. But he did hear a line.

"Do you wanna ride me hard?"

His mind replied with a "Hell yes", his vocal chords with a sigh-moan.

Suddenly, he realized what he was doing, and stopped himself.

His mind went to Phoebe, back home. A pang of guilt hit him, even harder when he realized why he was with her to begin with.

Because, yes, he might love Phoebe. But like a friend, a coworker. His heart, he hated to admit, was still with Torrey.

Less than a year ago, he had confused his feelings, and ended up kissing Phoebe. More than once.

Torrey found out, while they were in the middle of cons. They had decided to pretend everything was fine, and Paul couldn't stop himself from trying to save their marriage, showing Torrey how much he loved her.

But he had cheated. Both knew it was wrong, and she needed time.

So they called it a divorce, saying they would "remain friends", which hadn't been possible mainly because she was in LA and he was in Atlanta.

In typical rebound mode, she had found another guy, much younger than her and not right at all, in his opinion. Of course, in his opinion he was the only right for her.

Paul himself had settled down with Phoebe, bought an apartment, traveled to Australia, introduced her to her family, and kissed her in public a hundred times. It struck him now, that maybe it was too quick. It had all been too quick.

But what could he do, break up with her? She was too unstable. He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to waste his time either.

Sighing, his eyes went back to the TV. He had missed her face, even though he saw it all the time in photoshoots and pictures on her instagram account -which he still followed.

What was she doing now? Watching herself? He didn't think so. Despite her confidence, she didn't like to see her own face on TV.

A commercial came in, and he went back to reality. Paul shook his head. This was the longest time he had allowed himself to think about Torrey in complete honesty.

This was wrong, so wrong. But… it felt so right to go back to that familiar place, still warm and welcoming, filled with mostly good memories, where he felt like himself. He wasn't, as many people had remarked since the beginning of his relationship with Phoebe, the one who he used to be. He was "cooler", acting younger, partying, so decontracted. He snorted, amused, realizing he was starting to act like Ian. Not that Ian's attitude was wrong, he was his friend , a very appreciated one, but… Paul was different. More committed, centred, he focused on other things. With Torrey, that's who he was, and they were a perfect match. Had he changed to please Phoebe? ...Probably.

And that disappointed him, while realizing it.

The rest of the night was spent on trying to distract himself from his ex. Chatting with friends. Watching a movie. Reading. However, when Paul settled under the covers of his cold, so hotel-like bed, he wished he could be in this same city, but in another room, sharing the sheets that had once belonged to him too. Wrapping his arms on a beautiful woman instead of a pillow. Enjoying human warmth of someone he did love.

If you made it this far, thankyou! Please fave/follow/review, tell me what you think, of course I accpet constructive criticism. Special thanks to my Twitter friends Ashley, Ashlyne, Sophie, Melissa, Kenzie, Kara, Flawless_Pdub, well all of you Devittics who have encouraged me to write this (: