AJ was just walking randomly by the Hudson; New York was so beautiful she thought. She remembered as a kid that she and her friends would go to the edge of New Jersey and watch the beauty of the large buildings and sparkly lights. She saw a figure sitting on the bench; she could recognize that figure anywhere. It was her old flame CM Punk. "It's now or never" she whispered to herself. "Don't let his charm get to you, DON'T" she said to herself while walking over to him. She pulled his headphones and he looked up to her with anger until he realized it was her, his face softened.
"Hey" he said moving over so she can sit.
"Hey" she said back "I see you still have sleeping problems and worse of all you gave them to me" she said laughing.
He looked her up and down thankful it was dark and that she couldn't see where his eyes where. She was no longer wearing her red dress; instead she was wearing jeans, converse and a hoodie much similar to his. She still looked good and he still wanted to tear her clothes off.
"So how did Amy react when you guys made it back to the bus?" she asked.
"We had a fight, AJ don't give me that shit you knew we were going to fight" he said
"Whose fault was that?" she replied "Her's not mine, she went after me. I was ignoring her an enjoying my night."
They just sat there saying nothing and remembering how good they were together. How comfortable their silence was.
"This isn't easy" AJ said as she looked up at him. God he looked gorgeous she thought to herself, he looked so manly but yet he can be so sensitive. Who would ever thing CM Punk could be sensitive?
"I know AJ, but this is how things are supposed to be" he said.
"Really?" she said, "Come on let's not lie, I know your unhappy. You were unhappy the first time with her and the second time things didn't really change."
"What the fuck?" he said "Since when did you become a fucking relationship counselor"
She knew she hit a nerve; he would never curse around her. "No I'm not a relationship counselor, but I saw you staring at me. I know you want me" she said. She had never been so conceited but she felt she was right.
"You miss the way I kissed you, the way I used to strip dance for you and the way I used to massage you when you were hurting" she said "Admit you miss my touch".
"YES, I miss all of that" he said to her, liking directly at her. She saw his dark eyes and noticed his breathing was heavy.
They were close to each other, so close she could feel the heat coming from him; she made the move first and kissed him. But he didn't stop herm he grabbed and pulled her to his lap. He pushed open her lips with his tongue and feeling the warmth of her mouth. His hands were roaming her body, her curves. She was moving up and down on his lap, she felt him getting hard. She broke the kiss and looked into his green eyes. She wanted him and she knew he wanted her as well but she wasn't going to be that girl. The girl that sleeps with a guy knowing he had a girlfriend. She got off him and said "You still taste good" and walked away. He definatly wasn't going to be able to fall asleep now.