I walked with him to the dance floor; he instantly put his arms around my waist pulling me in to him. My stomach was turning and turning, why did I have to be near this dude.

I put my hands loosely around his neck and looked at him. He looked in to my eyes. He never said anything just looked at me and it distracted me, on to thinking how nice his eyes were and how broken they seem, I found myself wondering what could have happened to him. I noticed our faces moving closer together; I looked down to his lips then back up to his eyes. His whole body was tense, his face was full of lust. I turned my head just in time; he was less than a second from kissing me. his mouth was an few centimetres from my neck the warmness of his breath on my neck was alerting parts of me that he was planning for it too.

"Alright I got all I need." The photographer called.

I took a step back as I did Jon's lips brushed my cheek. I looked him in the eyes, shocked, deciding on slapping him or kissing him back. I shook my head as it hit me like wind in a tunnel, This guy is insane. I turned and walked off.

"Ronnie." Blair called. "The bouquet?" my stomach sank. I turned and looked at her meeting her eyes as I took a deep much needed breath.

"I need a break," I admitted. "Someone should take my place." I nodded walking away, praying she would understand and not hate on me.

"I'll stand in for her," the American said, I rolled my eyes and walked in to the kitchen, Mr American could do whatever he wanted. I needed to relax or I was going to smash a window or something. I searched the kitchen high, low a couple of minutes into my search I found a bottle of straight Vodka that was hidden so well the people who partied here before must have left it. I was now officially in a better mood. I basically skipped over to the centre servery and poured roughly 30mil into the cup throwing it down my throat enjoying the burn a little too much. I made a drink that was more Vodka then not and skulled it made it again hiding the vodka in a safe place. . . the place I found it. I made my way back to the main area in the hall just as Blair threw the bouquet. Suppressing a laugh when Jon caught it, letting a laugh go as he made his way off the dance floor warding off the angry females, fairly sure one actually punched him. His smile was wide and mischievous. Ever one was glaring, amusement cascaded me until I realized he was making a b-line for me I stood up straight looking for a quick exit but there wasn't one. He stood about three foot away from me and held the bouquet out. Vomit rose to the back of my tongue as my breathing stopped. My eyes darted around the room. Everyone's glares had turned to looks of awe. Except my best friend who was looking on in amusement. My eyes met Jon's again. "I stood in for you."

"Uh," I forced out as I reached my hand towards the flowers. "Thanks." I breathed, my heart going from a complete stop to complete overdrive.

Jon took two steps closer to me and kissed the side of my lips. My whole body froze. His soft lips were a shock. His face hovered next to mine. "Flowers should always be accompanies with a kiss," he said. He turned his head and pressed his head up against mine kissing the same spot letting his lips linger for a moment. My body was riddled with fear. Fear of being hurt, fear of being touched, fear of looking stupid, fear of stuffing up, fear of being loved, fear of being held, every atom was laced with fear. I pressed my lips in to his as he started to pull back; Adrenaline now my biggest enemy. He paused before kissing me properly softly sliding his tongue over the bottom of my lip, chills falling down my body. I dropped my drink. Jon stood back and looked me in the eyes.

"Uh," I said as I opened my eyes looking in his. "I need another drink," I nodded as I walked off back into the kitchen grabbing the Vodka from its hiding spot walking with pace to the counter pouring a shot worthy amount in to a cup slamming it down. I reached my hand out for the lemonade it was too far away I leant on the bench and stood on my tiptoes. I couldn't reach it. I wasn't upset with my other option, take another shot. I felt a body press against mine and reach past me grabbing the bottle of lemonade sitting it in front of me. I turned my body around to try and make some room between us but failed. Jon starred in to my eyes like he could read my mind.

"I…ah…found Vodka." I said toying with the opening of the bottle.

"I don't care." He said with a slight chuckle he shook his head and pushed his hands on to my face kissing me a little bit more urgent this time like there was something he wanted out of it. I grabbed hold of the front of his suit jacket and kissed him back at the same moment his hands moved from my face to my wrists pulling them around his neck sliding his down my waist pulling me closer to him. Which didn't think possible we kissed for a few minutes tongues sliding against each other. My heart had packed up and gone back to Sydney. Jon slid his hands down my ass squeezing my cheeks tightly getting rid of the air between us completely. I let out something between a gasp and a moan. "I know you wanted this." Jon laughed planting a kiss on my jaw.

"I don't ev"

"Your eyes, lips, moans." He said slowly planting a kiss with each word. "your nipples." He gave a slight laugh awaking feelings that I had laid dormant. "They're telling me a different story." I looked into his blue eyes then down to his beautiful lips. This guy was getting hotter and hotter by the moment, it was probably the alcohol.

"Whatever." I said pulling him in by his shirt, kissing him soft for about kissing him softly for a short lived second shoving my tongue forward which was met by his pushing my own back in my mouth wrestling it, making sure I knew he was in control. I had always been such a basket case in relationships the guys were too scared to take control. This was different.

"Woah," I heard from the door, jumping out of my skin pulling away from Jon looking to the door. "Not what I expected to see in the kitchen," Dan laughed.

The urge to vomit was back in my throat again.

"Dan," Jon said grabbing Dan's arm wrapping his arm around the newlywed's shoulder. "Did you know he got married today?" Jon said looking at me.

"Yeah," I laughed at the amusement spilling out of the two men in front of m. "To one of my best friends."

"That's unheard of," Jon said looking to Dan then back to me his smile showing more teeth then it was hiding. "Your best friend married my best friend," He paused eyes wide. "then we met, we're obviously meant to sneak away and have mind blowing sex in the bushes."

My face went straight to my palm and blood went straight to my vagina.

"Oh my gosh, what did I just hear?" Blair called from the door. "Husband, why do you look so amused?" she laughed her voice over whelmed with joy and curiosity.

"Blair," Jon said motioning over she took a couple of steps to him. "it's amazing," he said reaching over taking a swing from the vodka bottle then looking to Blair putting his arm on her shoulder. "Your best friends best friend just married your husband's best friends best friend, it's so over the fucking top amazing," he said handing be the Vodka bottle. "Drink Ronnie, drink." He demanded. I stopped myself from laughing long enough to drink from the bottle. "It's like it's just perfect fucking destiny for me ad her to go for a walk and fuck each other.

I coughed back up a little of the vodka trying hard to pushing it back down my throat.

"Oh my god," Blair cried covering her eyes with her hands wanting t hear Jon's words out loud less then my brain did.

"oh no, but I'll be hers," he said pointing at me.

The laughter echoed throughout.

"That funniest part, I'm not even joking." He shrugged. My body was a walking contradiction of the highest level. My head was looking for the fight or flight moment while the rest of my body actually wanted to sneak to the bushes.

"I decided." Blair said stepping forward placing her hand on Jon's shoulder grabbing my wrist pulling me so Jon and I were standing next to each other. "You two are just the right amount of weird for each other," she said placing my hand on Jon's shoulder. "I have no problem with this unwed fornication"

Dan laughed, Jon and I looked at each other.

"Wait," I sang. "I'm not weird," I looked at Blair who looked back to me with a smirk. "Not his level of weird," I whined pointing to Jon looking at Dan to back me up.

"Uh," he sighed. "Well," he paused for a second. "You are," he said straight out this was just mean, my friends were turning on me.

"This is a conspiracy," I said turning back to the counter pouring lemonade in to my vodka laughing as I walked to the main part of the hall to the bridal table a body stopped in front of me.

"We got interrupted," Jon said putting his hands on my hips pulling me against him.

"Patience is a virtue," I smirked.

"Fuck virtues," he said kissing me.

I pulled back. "We can't do anything here," I said practically giving up on my head and listening to the parts of me that were throbbing. "The bride and groom have to leave first."

"Who the fuck said anything about leaving?" he asked. "let's just go outside," he suggested. He was serious about the bush thing, he had no class what so ever I rose my eyebrow towards him. "Don't pretend you're above that shit."

I rolled my eyes. Then looked back in to his, nerves appearing again when he looked at me waiting daring me to waste his time. I slid my hands on to his hips under his suit jacket pushing my lips into his. He pushed me a couple of steps backwards pressing me against a wall. Pulling his lips from mine trailing them down my neck, chills rolled over me, I ducked under his arm and walked to the table drinking the rest of my drink in record time and the one next to it before walking toward the door. Jon grabbed hold of my hand suddenly my body couldn't wait, I just wanted to lay on the floor already. He spun me around and slammed me against a wall his lips smashed into mine a second later our bodies were moulded together like eggs in a cake mix and it didn't take a genius to figure out he didn't have a pen in his pocket. I put my hands either side of his face trying to get a small bit of control when he started pulling at the side of my dress. Oh god how the hell was I going to make this last until we got back to the motel. I felt the air move beside us, Jon stopped kissing me. I almost cried. Until I realized Dan and Blair were standing next to us. I shot them an apologetic look.

'You're making people feel uncomfortable," Blair told her tone flat, I looked around the room their parents were looking at us in disgust, my stomach sank.

"Sorry," I whined breathlessly.

"You should probably go back to the motel," Blair suggest.

"No. . . No, I'll stop," I said pushing Jon's arms off me he wrapped them back around me tighter then before letting off a little laugh

"No," she laughed, I couldn't tell if it was fake or not "It's okay."

"I'm not lea-"

"Just go dude," she laughed.

'Oh come on already," Jon whined stepping back a moment his accent nasally and slurry. "she said you can go, let's just go."

I was taken back, did he just talk to me like that. Anger swirled as I looked at him arching my eyebrow upward.

"No one makes Jon Moxley wait," he growled grabbing my hand pulling me out the door.