Matt Korklan's eyes slowly fluttered open and began to focus. He was not home and missed waking up in his own bed but he had the next best thing. He was in a hotel but waking up next to his girlfriend, Chloe Duncan. Wrestling was his life, the proud end product of years of sacrifice, dedication and hard work but the normal moments away from the spotlight were the ones he was starting to cherish more and more often. He loved being Matt and not Evan. He loved doing laundry and running on the beach in the mornings. More importantly, he loved being with her.

Matt had always been a lover. He adored women and was the type of guy that loved to be in a relationship with someone special. For him, it had been love at first sight, if any such thing ever existed, with Chloe. Many of the WWE Superstars and Divas called Tampa, Florida home and often times they hung out together outside of work. It had been one of those times at a local club when Matt had approached the bar in the VIP section for a rare beer when he ran into her. Dark hair, large brown eyes and a body to die for. She was gorgeous but not in the fake, plastic sense that turned him off. She was beautiful in the All-American girl next door sort of way. She had a smile that could melt butter. Though outgoing in front of thousands of fans as the charismatic Evan "Air" Borune, in real life, Matt could be shy, especially when it came to meeting girls. He had been nervous about approaching her but his little brother Mike, who had been visiting and had tied on a few, had challenged him to make his move…

"Matt, dude, quit being a gay bird and grow a pair," Mike had teased. "She's hot and she keeps looking at you. Do something, man."

Going back to the days of their adolescence, Matt had never been one to be shamed in front of his brother or friends. He walked back up to the bar and nearly lost it when she made eye contact with him. If even possible, she was more beautiful up close. It put him at a literal loss for words.

"Nice night," he finally managed to croak, wanting to slap himself for sounding like such a blubbering idiot.

She giggled.

"Lovely."

"You look very pretty tonight and I couldn't help but notice you."

"Is that the best line you have?" she cocked her head up at him. "Is that the one you use on all the girls?"

He laughed out loud.

"If that's all I've got, then that's pretty sad," he extended his hand. "My name is Matt."

She reluctantly shook it.

"Hi Matt. Nice to meet you, My name is Chloe."

"Can I buy you a drink, Chloe?" he asked.

"Sure," she shrugged. "An Appletini, please."

"You heard the lady," Matt smiled at the bartender.

"Thank you," Chloe said.

"My pleasure. So I was wondering…"

"Holy shit!" a man neither one of them had seen before interrupted. "Evan fucking Bourne!"

Matt smiled. He loved the fans but sometimes they had the worst timing.

"Hey man," he said.

"Dude, this is so cool. I can't believe you're here. I've got to get a picture with you."

Matt obliged and flashed his trademark peace sign as he and the guy posed in front of the fan's cell phone camera.

"Have a good night. Be safe, dude," Matt bid him farewell before turning his attention back to a bewildered Chloe. "Sorry about that."

She found it cute how he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked so sheepish.

"Evan? I thought your name was Matt?" she folded her arms.

"It is. I mean, my name is Matt. Matt Korklan is my real name. Evan Bourne is my…how can I say this? It's sort of my stage name.

"Stage name?" she raised an eyebrow. "So you're an actor?"

"Getting warmer. I'm a professional wrestler."

"Like the Olympics?"

"Not quite. Ever heard of Hulk Hogan? Stone Cold Steve Austin? The Rock?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well more like that. I wrestle for the WWE."

…And that was how it had all begun. They ended up talking all night at the bar and exchanged numbers. They hadn't stopped talking since, eight months later. Rolling over, he watched her sleep. She was so beautiful, even in sleep. Especially in sleep. She looked like an angel. She slept on her stomach, the thin white sheets barely covering her tanned bare back. Her naturally curly hair spilled onto the pillow. He had fallen hard and quick. Both had busy careers and were on the road more often than not with him wresting and her modeling but whenever there was a break in one's schedule, they made time to be together.

"Wake up, sleepy head," he cooed, playing with her hair and kissing her forehead.

"Is it that time?" she murmured groggily.

"Afraid so, babe."

It was time for him to wake up and drive on to the next city. She had a flight to Chicago for a local fashion shoot.

"Noooo," she wailed, half joking.

"I know it sucks but we have to get up. You don't want to miss your plane and I'm sure Harper is waiting for me by the rental car."

Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Great. I'm missing you already and it's bad enough I have to worry about groupie whores all over you on the road, now you're traveling with some girl."

"She's not just some girl, Chloe. Harper is one of my best friends. We go way back. She's a great girl and I'm stoked she's back in my life. I know if you give it a chance, you guys will get along. She's really cool."

"I guess so. I'm just jealous because she gets to spend time with you and I don't."

"Two more days, honey," he traced her arms with his fingers. "Two more days. It'll be here before you know it."

"I know and I can't wait but this is getting harder and harder, Matt. I really hate this. With both of us being on the road so much sometimes it feels like we never see each other."

"I know. I feel the same way but it'll be okay. We'll get through it because we love each other, babe. It will all work out. Check your schedule and if you have a few days, you can come on the road for me. And I was saving this for a surprise but I have three days off coming up and I was hoping we could get away, just the two of us. Anywhere you want to go."

Matt watched as Chloe's eyes widened and the corners of her lips turned into a smile. God, she was so beautiful when she was happy.

"Oh Matt, baby, are you serious? A vacation? Really? Anywhere?"

"You tell me."

She thought for a moment.

"How does Aruba sound?"

"As long as you're there, Aruba sounds perfect."

"I've never been and I've always wanted to go. Oh that is gonna be so awesome, sweetie, thank you," she threw her arms around him.

He closed his eyes and stroked her soft, sweet smelling hair. Three days alone together on a beautiful island seemed like heaven.

"I can't wait, Chloe but in the meantime…"

"Don't say it," she pleaded

"We've got to get going, sorry. "

"The alarm hasn't even gone off yet," she pouted. "How much time do we have anyway?"

Matt checked the clock.

"About a half hour and that's really stretching it."

"Then that's plenty of time," a smile spread across her face.

"For what?" he asked with amused curiosity?

"Just this," she purred seductively, slowly removing the covers to reveal her svelte, naked body. "I'm sure we could spare a few minutes. What do you think?"

Before Matt could answer, his phone buzzed. He grabbed it and saw a text from Harper asking where he was and what time were they going to meet. He went to respond but Chloe grinned and took his phone, placing it out of reach.

"Babe…"

Her lips crashed passionately against his, before trailing down to suck his ear and neck. It was his sensitive spot and Matt moaned out loud.

"Still want to answer the phone or get out of bed or get ready to leave?"

He couldn't resist her. He was in love and she was gorgeous. Making love to her had to be what it felt like being addicted to crack cocaine. He just couldn't get enough…or turn her down.

"I think we can spare a few minutes," he pulled her to him.

Harper, the airplane, the next town and the rest of the world would just have to wait.