Over the next few days, Chris had been avoiding Stephanie as best he could. He didn't know what had prompted him to almost kiss her that night. It was like his brain had stopped working, and he had found himself leaning into her. Luckily he had caught himself, or he would be in a shitload of trouble.

Stephanie was walking down the long hallway in the back of the arena, when she spotted Chris sitting in a folding chair on one of the sides. His head was leaning back against the wall and his eyes were closed. She had been hoping to talk to him after what had happened a few days ago, but she knew that he was avoiding her. She didn't really blame him, but she would have liked to talk to him about it.

Stephanie walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder lightly. Chris jumped a little, not expecting anyone to talk to him, and opened his eyes. He found Stephanie looking down at him, a bit of concern on her face.

"Hi Chris," she said tentatively, not really sure how to approach him.

"Hi Stephanie," he answered as nonchalant as he could muster at the moment. The second he saw her, his heart had started pounding, and he hadn't the slightest idea why.

"Um, I thought we could talk, you know about what happened the other night," she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

"Steph, it was an accident, ok, no big deal."

"Chris, you almost kissed me," Stephanie said, her voice raising.

"Keep your voice down," he said, slightly irritated. He stood up, and guided Stephanie to the nearest empty locker room, "Stephanie, it wasn't anything ok, it meant nothing."

"Chris, you just don't get it do you? You tried to kiss me. It obviously means something if you tried to kiss me."

"Stephanie, I just got caught up in the moment ok?" Chris told her exasperated.

"Fine, ok, it meant nothing," Stephanie said, still unconvinced by the whole thing. She walked out of the room, leaving Chris behind. He sighed and left as well.

~A couple weeks later~

Chris walked down the hallway, with his wife at his side. This was the first time that she had been with him on the road since he had debuted in the WWF. He looked at her, and she seemed to be pretty excited to be here. He was pointing out various things backstage, and she was smiling happily.

Chris noticed that Adam Copeland was coming out of one of the locker rooms, and decided to introduce his wife to him. He walked over to him, a smile on his face as he approached him.

"Hey Adam," he said brightly. Adam turned around, smiling.

"Hey Chris," he turned to Jessica, "And who's this?"

"This is my wife, Jessica, she's on the road with me this week," Chris said smiling at her.

"Well, I'm Adam," he said, sticking out his hand for her to shake.

"Nice to meet you, I like meeting Chris's friends," Jessica said grinning at Chris. He wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Speaking of Chris's friends, I heard that Stephanie was looking for you, something about a conflict or something."

Chris's smile faded a bit at the thought of Stephanie. They hadn't spoken since their little chat a couple of weeks ago. He knew that he had probably hurt her feelings, but it was a necessary evil. They had to understand that there was nothing between them.

"Thanks for the info, I'll be sure to talk to her," Chris said before Adam walked off. He turned to his wife.

"Why don't you go wait in the dressing room, and I'll go find Stephanie."

"But I want to come with you."

"It'll be boring, you don't want to come," Chris tried to convince her not to come. He didn't want Stephanie to let anything slip about what had happened, and for some inexplicable reason he didn't want his wife to meet Stephanie at all.

"Sure I do."

Suddenly Stephanie turned the corner and came across the little scene. She raised an eyebrow instinctively when she saw the petite blonde standing in front of Chris. She concluded that this must be the infamous Jessica. Stephanie felt a bolt of jealousy rip through her unwittingly.

"Chris," Stephanie said. Chris and Jessica both turned towards her. Stephanie sent Jessica a small glare before turning to Chris, "I've been looking all over for you."

"Hi Stephanie," Chris said, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat.

"Stephanie? Oh, you must be Stephanie McMahon," Jessica said smiling. Stephanie turned to her.

"Yes, I'm Stephanie McMahon," Stephanie said, shaking her hand firmly.

"I've really wanted to meet you, Chris said you were a really great person to work with."

"Did he?" Stephanie turned to him, raising an eyebrow in question, "That's very nice of him."

"Well, I'll leave you two alone," Jessica said walking off towards Chris's dressing room. Stephanie turned to Chris, who ran a hand through his long blonde hair.

"So that's your wife, she's really pretty," Stephanie said truthfully.

"Thanks, and thank you for not saying anything about well, what happened."

"Chris, I don't want to cause any problems, if it's better that we forget what happened, then let's forget what happened," Stephanie said smiling softly at him.

"Thank you so much," Chris said hugging her.

"You might not want to hug me," Stephanie said, returning the embrace, "That's what got us into trouble the last time."

"Yeah, you're right," he pulled away laughing, "Now what was it you wanted to talk about."

"Oh, it's not important, there was a conflict with a house show schedule and your flight plans, but we worked it out, so you're good to go. You just need to pick up the schedule in my office."

"Ok."

They walked to her make shift office for the night, and Stephanie looked around for the papers. They didn't seem to be in sight. She rummaged through a few more of her files, and she still couldn't seem to find it.

"Damn it," she muttered, "I left them in my car."

"Oh well, I can get them later," Chris said.

"No, no, just come with me to get them, I parked close. This way I won't forget to give them to you later."

They started walking out towards the back door of the arena. They reached the door, and opened it only to find that it was pouring outside.

"Shit," Stephanie mumbled as she looked out at the rain, "Well, here goes nothing."

Stephanie ran out into the rain, getting soaked in the process. Chris watched her, and ran out into the rain with her. She looked back at him, his hair clinging to his head, and she laughed. He laughed back at her as they ran in the rain. Her hair was sticking to her bare shoulders, and her dress was soaked through and through.

They got to her car, and she turned to him laughing. She noticed a wet strand of hair in front of his face, and she tucked it behind his ear, in a friendly gesture. She turned back to her car, but before she could open the door, Chris turned her back around.

She looked confused for a moment, before he leaned and kissed her. Her eyes widened in shock, before they closed as she returned the kiss. He put his hands lightly on her waist, drawing her closer to him. Her hands tangled in his wet hair, as they kissed, the rain falling down on them, but neither of them caring at this point. They both pulled away and stared in amazement at each other, neither speaking.

"I'm sorry," Chris finally told her.

"Why?"

"I shouldn't have done that, my wife is waiting inside."

"Then why did you?" Chris tried to run a hand through his wet hair, but found it too difficult, and stopped. Instead he sighed and looked at her.

"I don't know what it is about you Stephanie McMahon, but for some reason I can't seem to stay away from you."

"Then why fight it?"

"She's sitting in my dressing room, waiting for me. That's why I have to fight it."

"But Chris, you can't ignore this, whatever it is between us," Stephanie laid a hand on his arm.

"Then what am I supposed to do Stephanie, tell me what I'm supposed to do. I have a wife, and I love her. But then there's you, and I can't stop thinking about you, even when I'm with her," Chris pleaded to her.

"I don't have all the answers Chris," Stephanie said softly, looking down.

"Then I have to walk away from this," he told her, turning to go back into the arena. Stephanie grabbed his arm, and pulled him back to her. She kissed him firmly on the mouth.

"Don't."

"We'll talk about this later," Chris told her. She nodded, and he walked back into the arena, forgetting about the papers he had to get. She watched him walk back, a smile creeping up on her face.

Chris walked back into the arena, and went to his dressing room. He opened the door and saw his wife sitting there, looking at a magazine she had bought earlier that day. She heard the door open and looked up to see Chris, dripping wet.

"Chris, what happened to you?" she asked ushering him into the room, and grabbing a towel from his bag. She handed it to him as he started to dry himself off.

"Stephanie had some papers to give me and they were out in her car so we had to go out into the rain to get them."

"Oh, poor baby," she said, leaning in to kiss him. Chris couldn't help but picture Stephanie as he was kissing Jessica. Stephanie's lips had been so soft, and they tasted like cherries, because of the lip-gloss she wore. Chris felt guilty for thinking about Stephanie and pulled away.

"I'm going to go change," he said as he grabbed his things, and walked into the adjoining bathroom.

He didn't want to lie to his wife, but he couldn't tell her about what had just happened outside. He wasn't feeling as guilty as he thought he would be, though. He should feel awful, but he just couldn't stop thinking about how much he liked kissing Stephanie.

And how much he wanted to do it again.