He could still smell the soap on her skin. The delicate and simple smell
intoxicated him as he lay silently. Christian had rolled over in the dead
of night and became ecstatic. She was still there. He was amazed by her. He
could not believe that she was still at his side after all that had
happened in the night before.
The day had passed in a blur of motions. He remembered waking up with her
in a hotel room in Seattle. They'd just finished a house show the night
before and were going to Vancouver for Raw that afternoon. They had an
argument about the shower. He wanted in, and she was taking too long.
"Get out!" he screamed banging on the door.
"Hold on!" Ryanna yelled back over the rush of water. Christian was
irritated. His temper was flaring and he tried to cool it with pacing. It
didn't work. He banged on the door again and Ryanna jumped startled.
"Jason, it's five in the morning, you'll wake people up!" He stopped.
"Wake people up?" he barked, "Wake people up! You care more about the
people in this damn hotel than me!"
"Jason."she trailed tired. Christian opened the door to the bathroom and
Ryanna peaked out the door shocked.
"Get out, now," he told her.
"You can't just come in here-"
"Get OUT!" he screamed marching forward. He grabbed her arm; hot streaming
water ran down his hand. He pulled the nude girl out of the stand in shower
as she screamed in pain.
"Ouch!" she cried looking to her wrist. Jason swung her around and she fell
to the cold bathroom floor with a thud. The pain in her side was
excruciating. She'd fallen on that side of her body just the night before.
It was because of Jason then too.
Jason suddenly froze. Ryanna rolled over, tears in her gray eyes.
"oh my.I'm so sorry, Ryan," he said kneeling slowly. Ryanna curled slowly
and sat up shaking. He tried to touch her but she jerked away.
"Don't touch me."
"Ryan I-"
"Don't touch me!" she screamed shivering.
"Sorry I," Jason shook his head. "I just um." He looked quickly and found a
towel. Jason wrapped her quickly, but suddenly tore it away. "Your all
dirty again. Here, rise off in the shower." Her eyes fluttered in
disbelief.
"Now you want me in the shower?" she gasped. She shook her head and got to
her feet slowly. She threw the towel at Jason and went back into the glass
cage. Jason watched her slowly close the door. He felt as if he'd given in
again. He gave into that uncountable force inside him he could never let
out. Never let go. He was so sorry for hurting her again. He was sorry for
all the times before. He stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door
softly. Jason got dressed. He forgot about the shower.
At one o clock they were in the airport waiting for their flight. Ryanna sat next to Jason, legs crossed reading Rolling Stone. Jason sat next to her rubbing his hands together to get some kind of humanly warmth. She refused to hold him hands. She refused to let him touch her. She always did that after fights (if you could call it a fight) like that. "Did you call Adam?" Jason asked to break the silence. She only nodded. He sighed. "Did you call Shane?" she nodded again with a long, drawn sigh. "Did you steal any towels?" She looked up suddenly. Jason grinned hoping she'd laugh at his joke. Ryanna stared, her eyes piercing him with curiosity. Then. .she smiled. She even laughed. Jason returned the laughter and slyly slid his hand to hers. He laughing ceased, but her smile stayed. He gazed into her eyes and only gave a admiring sigh. His thumb stroked her fingers and she only smirked. "You are so weird," she laughed going back to her reading. Jason laughed. He had been forgiven.
The flight was short, and the ride to the arena was even shorter. "Need any help?" he asked as she lifted her bag out of the cab's trunk. "No," she said simply, swinging the bag over her shoulder. "But I need to go find Stacy and Jackie. She you in the room okay?" Jason waited for her to step to him. He waited for her to hint for a kiss, but she didn't. She rushed off before she could get "Jackie" out of her mouth and was rushing through the parking lot. Jason closed the trunk and waved to the driver. He sped off leaving Jason alone. Is all forgiven? He wondered silently as he stood alone in the cold. His lips were throbbing for her touch, but there was no way to get it. Jason closed his leather coat and shivered into the breeze. He had a show to do.
At one o clock they were in the airport waiting for their flight. Ryanna sat next to Jason, legs crossed reading Rolling Stone. Jason sat next to her rubbing his hands together to get some kind of humanly warmth. She refused to hold him hands. She refused to let him touch her. She always did that after fights (if you could call it a fight) like that. "Did you call Adam?" Jason asked to break the silence. She only nodded. He sighed. "Did you call Shane?" she nodded again with a long, drawn sigh. "Did you steal any towels?" She looked up suddenly. Jason grinned hoping she'd laugh at his joke. Ryanna stared, her eyes piercing him with curiosity. Then. .she smiled. She even laughed. Jason returned the laughter and slyly slid his hand to hers. He laughing ceased, but her smile stayed. He gazed into her eyes and only gave a admiring sigh. His thumb stroked her fingers and she only smirked. "You are so weird," she laughed going back to her reading. Jason laughed. He had been forgiven.
The flight was short, and the ride to the arena was even shorter. "Need any help?" he asked as she lifted her bag out of the cab's trunk. "No," she said simply, swinging the bag over her shoulder. "But I need to go find Stacy and Jackie. She you in the room okay?" Jason waited for her to step to him. He waited for her to hint for a kiss, but she didn't. She rushed off before she could get "Jackie" out of her mouth and was rushing through the parking lot. Jason closed the trunk and waved to the driver. He sped off leaving Jason alone. Is all forgiven? He wondered silently as he stood alone in the cold. His lips were throbbing for her touch, but there was no way to get it. Jason closed his leather coat and shivered into the breeze. He had a show to do.