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"You did great out there, Amour," I mumbled into his neck, feeling his heart figuratively beat a thousand times a minute. But was it because of me his heart was beating this fast, or because he just had a match?

"Thanks. You did pretty amazing as well." His voice sent chills down my spine, but in a good way. He kissed my temple and swayed us side to side. "Wanna just chill tonight?"

"Should that even be a question?" I crinkled up my nose when a bead of his sweat dripped from his long hair to my shoulder. "Shower first though."

"I'll shower if you join me." He winked and whipped his forehead on my other shoulder.

"Phil! Gross!" I laughed and tried to push out of his grasp but he just held me tighter.

"Is that a yes?" he seductively purred in my ear. I couldn't even speak after that, so I just nodded. He made speechless and my legs uncontrollably weak. If he wasn't holding me right now I would have probably melted down to the floor.

"You have the softest damn skin in the world." I shuddered against his touch. I may have had the softest skin, but right now his touch was the softest thing in the world.

After our ahem, intimate shower, Phil had pulled me down with him on the couch and I had a hard time focusing on the television when his hand were up my shirt and caressing my sides. Well, it wasn't exactly my shirt, it his but he didn't exactly need it right now. He looked perfectly fine in just shorts. But then again he looked good in anything. I could never put my finger on exactly what it was about Phil that captivated so much and sometimes it made me nervous. I've never felt like this before and that fact that someone had this much of an effect on me absolutely terrified me. Love scared me. Do I love Phil? I think I do. Maybe. The only people I ever said 'I love you' to was my twin brother Damien and my dad. Sure, I called Phil, Amour, spanish for love, but that was as close as it got. I'm grateful for what I do have with Phil but I'd be lying if I said part of me didn't want us to be more than what we are.

"So what are you doing tomorrow?" I held my breath praying he didn't say anything about having plans with her.

"I think dinner with Maria."

I shouldn't have held my breath.

"Cool." I forced myself to say something. And 'cool' was all I managed. What was I supposed to say? 'Hey, how about we forget all about our discussion about how this would be nothing but just sex and best friendship, forget all about your ex girlfriend that's trying to win you back, and just focus on what we have right here?' No. I couldn't. As much as I hate to admit it, commitment with people was a problem for me. I'm sure with Phil, a relationship would totally be worth it, but Maria had great timing of coming back around right when my feelings for Phil were positively sure of. They had a great relationship before so why should I ruin the chance of a second chance for them? Actually, I shouldn't say they had a great relationship. Since the whole time Phil was with Maria, he was cheating with me. I don't know why I did it. I hated cheaters and I hated home wreckers. But Phil...was perfect to me. Not only was he a great guy to be with but he was my best friend. The idea of me being in Maria's shoes made me feel uneasy, so I tried not thinking about it.

I let out a sigh. I was never a selfish person besides anything dealing with my career. I guess it was one of my downfalls. Especially now.

"Tegan..." I guess the sigh gave away how I was really feeling. I didn't reply back. I just laid there staring whatever was on tv. He was silent for a while but gave up waiting for me to say anything. "I think I'm going to head back to my room." He started to get up but I pulled him back down.

"No..stay. Please." I whispered and crept my hands up his shirt.

He got my idea.

'Tegan! Just tell him you love him. I know you do. You can see it when you're around him, when you're talking about him. Teag... I know you're happy with him but you'll be so much happier actually calling him yours.' Barbie Blank might be seen as nothing but a stupid blond to some people, but when you actually got to know her she's one of the nicest people in the world and she's the greatest best friend I've ever had. Even over the phone she knew how to get through to me.

"I don't know B, even if I did tell him...that, there's still Maria in picture and they have a history themselves and I just don't think he'd drop everything with her to be with me." I looked down and started picking at lettering on my shorts.

'Think about it. Who is he with more? You, she's all the way doing whatever in OVW. Who does he spend nights with just hanging out for the most part? You. You guys go out to dinner! And go to the movies! You're already practically a couple!'

"If we were, Maria wouldn't be a factor," I normally wasn't like this. All sappy and sad. Why is this bothering me so fuckin' much?"

'You're being just like Damien. I know it's hard, but suck up your fears and just tell the damn boy you love him. I got to get going, love ya girl.' She shouted the ending and hung up leaving me in the silence of my hotel room. I had the option of rooming with someone but I normally roomed with my twin brother Damien and he was currently out on injury. And everyone else seemed to already have a room, so I just got one on my own.

After being fed up with the silence I picked up my cell phone and decided to call the only person in the world that knew me better than anyone else. Damien.

'Hello dearest sister.'

"Hey, I um...need your opinion."

'On your situation with Phil.' It didn't surprise me that he already knew what I was going to ask him about. Twins are weird like that.

"Yeah..."

'Just tell him. I know it's scary, but you're not Mom. You're not going to leave him high and dry with two kids, Teag. You're better than her to begin with. I know you love Punk, so take the shot."

"Okay. Thank you."

'I'm going to get some sleep, love ya.' I mumbled love ya back and pressed end.

I walked into the bathroom and just stared into the mirror.

"I've taken some hard hits and taken some mean falls, but I struggle telling the guy I adore I love him. Wow." I just stood there for a while taking in my own reflection. There wasn't anything really physically wrong with me. I wasn't self conscious, I adored my apperance. My long dark hair, my deep green eyes, my body, my own tattoos, they were all me.

"Honey, I'm hooooommmmme." Phil's voice rang out and broke my train of thoughts. What was he doing here? Didn't he have dinner with Maria tonight? What if he already went and came here to tell me they're back together? Or what if it's the opposite and he told her to fuck off? Maybe I should just ask him about it.

"How was dinner?" I asked as he leaned against the door frame. He didn't answer right away, just crossed his arms and held a blank expression.

"I didn't go." Even his response didn't have any sign of emotion.

"Why?" I held his gaze but it was making me nervous. I'm never like this. What's wrong with me? What the hell.

"I uh," His eyes turned to the floor when he paused and then he pushed himself from the door frame and advanced forward towards me and let his arms un-cross. "canceled and told her there was someone else in my life." He looked up and held my gaze again.

Considering how I've been feeling lately, all paranoid and scared, I figured I would assume he was talking about a third girl. But that wasn't the case. He was talking about me and it made a grin grow upon my face.

"Sooo..." His arms snaked around my waist and leaned his forehead against mine.

"Soo, I like you Tegan." he whispered. I felt my knees go weak again. I let out a quite nervous laugh. I wanted to push him against the wall and show him how I felt back but I wanted to say it too. I took his face in my hands and bit my lip.

"I really like you too Phil." I laid a soft kiss on his lips and looked back into his eyes.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah.."

"I know saying 'I love you' scares you but why do you call me 'Amour'?" His question caught me off guard. I dropped my hands down to his shoulders and swallowed before I answered.

"I know I like you more than anyone else I've liked before and um," there was that nervous feeling again, "calling you amour, just how I express it." I feel like a fuckin' teenager. Saying I like a guy more than anyone else.

He nodded. "Have you called anyone else amour?"

"No.." He nodded again at my reply and lifted me up.

"I don't want to have sex tonight. I just want to spend time with you." He spun me around and walked into the bedroom.

"Sounds good to me."

"You know what would sound better to me though?" He laid down with me on the bed and held me.

"What's that?"

"If you would be my girlfriend. What do you think?"

"I think that sounds pretty rad." I turned over and pressed my lips to his.