He was very handsome,I must say. He had on dark jeans,a black button down shirt and boots. His hair of course was tousled with those sandy blondish brown curls.

''Hi Jon.'' I smiled as I opened the door.
''Hey Sarah.'' He smiled and hugged me. He smelled so good.
''I have to say Jon,you clean up nice. Although I kinda hoped you would show up in your Shield gear.''I teased him.
''Well at least I have the boots. You look nice yourself. You've grown into a beautiful woman.''
''Oh Jon,stop.''I blushed.
''No,I'm serious. I'm glad you never dyed that red hair of yours,I know you used to hate it,I always liked it. I also love your cowboy boots. I like that how all this time in Ohio you never lost the Southern side of you.''
''I'm not that Southern anymore.''I said.
''Sarah,you're wearing cowboy boots and a dress and your couch has camo throw pillows.''
''Oh,right.''
''Face it babe,you're always gonna be a good ole Southern Belle. But I'm glad, I always thought your accent was cute.''
''Ha,well,umm,thanks for the compliments. Let's go sit at the dinner table,it should be done in 5 minutes.''
''What are you making?''
''Fried chicken,actually.''
''Like I said,once a Belle,always a Belle. Oh,I brought some hard liquor.'' He handed me a brown paper bag that I didn't notice he had.
''Jack Daniels,nice. I usually don't drink the hard stuff,but thanks.''
''There's a first time for everything.'' He winked then asked where I kept the glasses.
''In the cabinet above the microwave.''
He got two glasses and put a little of the amber liquid in each glass. He set one down in front of me on the table. Then he held his glass up.
''To getting to know each other again.'' He said.
''Salud.''I replied and we clinked glasses and downed the shots. Surprisingly it went down easy even though I'd never had a shot of whiskey in my life.
''I thought you said you didn't drink the hard stuff.''
''I don't,I'm more of a beer and wine girl. But this isn't so bad.'' He poured another shot and I drank it.
''Most chicks I know can't stand whiskey.''
''I'm not most girls.''
''Don't I know that. You were always different then everyone else when you were like,13,14 or 15. You 'd rather be down there in that basement with me and Nicky watching wrestling than talking and shopping with your girlfriends.''
''I remember that. I also remember trying out wrestling moves on you. You were way better than me,obviously.''I laughed.
''Man,I remember that. You got a few good punches in though. Hey we should try that again.''
''What?Wrestling each other? I don't know.''
''Come on,it'll be fun,let's go.''
''Let's eat first,then we fight.'' I say as I got up to take the chicken out of the pan and put it on two plates along with some sweet potatoes. Jon instantly dug in.
''This is really good,I had no idea you could cook.''
''Thanks.''
Most of the meal was spent in silence. When we finished Jon took his boots off and moved my coffee table and couch in my living room so there would be room.
''Come on,let's go little girl,I'll try not to hurt you.''He teased.
''I'll have you know that I've been working out and took a wrestling class last year. Plus I wrestle with Nicky when they come over.''
''Oh I'm so scared.''He went on. I took my own boots off and started walking around him,our hands holding each other's in mid-air,trying to figure out what the other will do. I grabbed and twisted Jon's arm. He reversed and put me in a cross-face chickenwing.
''Thought you could get me by twisting my arm,huh? Nuh-uh little girl.''
''Ow Jon!Stop!''I cried,he let go.
''Shit,I'm sorry,are you okay?'' He put his hands on my shoulders,I suddenly brought him down to the floor and put him in a head lock.
''You played me!''He said through struggled breath.
''It's called psychology. I thought you went to wrestling school?Mr WWE big shot.''I teased. Somehow he got up and put in an arm bar.
''Ha!You thought you were stronger than me?''He said.
''Damn it Jon.''I said,a little annoyed but still having fun. I was able to get up and attempted to do his signature move,the headlock driver,on Jon himself but he held on to my leg with his foot and I lost balance and fell. The fall resulted in me falling on top,straddling him. I blushed a little but he didn't find it awkward at all. He just looked up at me with those blue eyes and smiled his dimply smile.
''What?'' I asked,still on top of him.
''Nothing. This just feels so right.'' He kidded.
''Shut up.''I laughed.
''Why don't you come down here and make me?''He pulled my shoulders down till I was basically laying down on top of him.I pushed myself up so I could look in his eyes. He went from smiling his big dimply smile to total seriousness.
''What?''I asked. He answered by reversing our positions,now he was on top of me. Then he kissed me. The kiss lasted a couple of minutes,I'll admit,I had wanted him to do this since I was 13. Then he put his hand underneath my dress and caressed my thigh. I could tell he was hard despite the fact that he was wearing jeans. I wasn't going to stop him but I guess he felt he was going too fast. He broke the kiss. We both stood up.
''I'm so sorry,Sarah,I shouldn't have done that.''
''Why not?''
''That didn't make you uncomfortable?''
''Honestly,no. Come on,Jon you can't tell me you didn't know I always had a crush on you.''
''Really? I always thought you just thought of me as a brother.''
''I always thought you just thought of me as a little sister.''
''Huh. Well look at that,we could've been together all this time.''
''I always thought you were too good for me. And when you made it to the WWE,that re-enforced that thought.''
''Oh baby you are so wrong. If anything I'm not good enough for you.''
''Yes you are.''
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close to him and kissed me on the mouth then on the forehead. Then he put his head on top of mine and smelled my hair and sighed.
''Are you sure you want me?'' He asked.
''Yes,I do,Jonathan.''
''I come with a lot of baggage,you know that.''
I shrugged,he smiled.
''It's getting late,I should go. When can I see you again?''
''How about tomorrow? I get off of work at 4. Meet me at Starbucks,the one on the square.''
''Ok. I'll see you there.'' He kissed me passionately again. His kisses made me weak.
''Bye,beautiful.''

''Bye,Jon.''
I closed the door and turned all the lights off,changed and got in the bed. I couldn't sleep. I knew he did have baggage,lots of it,but I still wanted him. What's even worse is that his kisses turned me on so much that I wished he had stayed and finished what he started. Eventually,after an hour of fantasizing about him,I fell asleep.