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Brit, Brit! We're hereeeeeeeeeeeee! A text message from Paige read.

Brit lay in the mess of sheets with Dean's arm around her waist, holding her close to his body. He was out like a light, snoring here and there when her phone indicated a text. She was thankful he stayed asleep, not wanting to deal with the painful realization that this was all a mistake. She couldn't face him, as he would only fuel her temptation.

Glancing at her phone she saw it was already 9:00am.

She carefully slid out of Dean's grip, placing the sheets overtop his naked body. She swiped her clothes off the floor and headed for the shower, washing as fast as she could before he woke.

She groaned, ashamed that she had given into her desires so easily. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. The two broke up, which was a complete surprise to Brit. They didn't even get around to talking about the breakup. But here she was leaving his hotel room after a long night of sex.

Slipping on a pair of jeans and shirt, she packed the last of her belongings and fled the room without confrontation.

All of the sexual tension had led to this, yet Brit knew deep down she loved every minute of last night.

She stood in the corner of the hallway, letting her bags drop to the ground as she grabbed for her phone. She dialed Paige's number, waiting impatiently as it rang.

"Hello!" Paige sang on the other end.

"Hey, what room are you in?"

"Roman! What room are we in again?"

"8023," Roman said in the background.

"Is Seth with you?" She breathed, feeling the urge to see him grow.

"Yeah, he's showering."

"Perfect."

Brit swiped at her phone, ending the call and heading straight for the elevator. She wanted to see Seth more than anything.

The doors opened indicating they arrived at the eighth floor. She walked down the hall, finding room 8023 quickly.

She only knocked once for Paige to open the door, grinning from ear to ear. She lunged at her best friend, suffocating her in a hug.

"Aww, you missed me," Brit laughed as she was being dragged through the door with her bags.

"Hey Rome," she greeted, dropping her bags to the floor. She checked out the room, raising her eyebrow.

"You guys did good."It was a large suite Roman had booked, making sure there were two separate bedrooms this time around. Brit turned to say something, only to smile at the sight of screamer and beast. She sat in his lap and he twirled her hair with his fingers, caught up in their own conversation. They looked exhausted.

Brit walked through the small hallway, following the sound of the running shower. She opened the bedroom door, immediately jumping on the made up bed.

She lay on her stomach, her legs crossed and hand on her chin as she tried waiting patiently.

"Brit, you're not in the shower with him are you?" she heard Paige yawn.

"No I'm not you. Why, what's up?"

"You guys coming to the gym with us?"

"No we'll leave you two lovebirds alone."

Paige giggled, turning on her heel to see Roman in the other room.

Brit's attention was averted when she heard the door opening, revealing a half naked Seth wearing only a towel around his waist.

"Ou la la, look at you," Brit teased, smiling. His smile matched hers as he ruffled his damp hair.

"Shouldn't this be the other way around? I mean, you in just a towel would be a sight to see."

"I bet it would be... But this is pretty good."

She kneeled on the bed as he walked over, kissing her lips in excitement.

"Glad you're here," Seth mumbled against her lips.

"Me too."

"No, really... I'm glad you're here. I'm never flying with just Roman and Paige ever again."

"What did they do now?" Brit scolded, trying so hard to keep her eyes on his.

"Mile high club," he simply stated.

"They fit in that tiny excuse of a bathroom?" Brit asked, her jaw dropping.

"Don't ask cause I still don't understand how. It's not even possible."

Brit couldn't contain her laughter. "That's so them."

She watched as Seth walked across the room, rifling through his bag in search of clothing. "So what did you wanna do?"

"Anything with you in that towel," she laughed, biting her finger sexually as he eyed her with a grin on his face.

"I can't even think of anything to say to that."

"I'm just that good. So you taking me out or are you just gonna stand there all day? Cause I think I like that better," Brit winked.

"Three date minimum, baby."

X

"How the fuck does she drink this shit?" Dean mumbled to himself as he sat in his empty room on the floor by the mini fridge. He raided nearly the entire thing, chugging back the miniature bottles of alcohol desperate for a buzz. He was pissed, more at himself then Brit leaving.

Sure she said it was the last time but he didn't think she was serious. He thought he had her back with that old Ambrose charm, but the empty bed in front of him spoke volumes.

He lost her again.

"Fucking bullshit," he mumbled to himself, chucking another empty bottle into the array of others.

How could he have been so stupid? He let a good thing like her leave him again and he didn't even have the balls to tell her how he really felt. Fucking coward, he thought.

He saw a text from Summer pop on his screen, urging him to text her back as she was in town and down to fuck. He huffed, swiping the message away only to be haunted by the image of Brit on his phone. The one she accidentlunsent him that day of her photoshoot. He couldn't help himself from peeking at the snap shot every now and then. Besides, he couldn't resist that perfect body.

"Ambrose, open up!" He heard Roman say, banging on the door.

With a grumble he threw his phone on the bed and stood to his feet, lazily dragged himself to the door to let Roman in. "Not answering your phone now?"

"The fucking thing drives me up the wall... What's going on man? He lied.

"Seeing if you're still alive... And I wanted to know if you're coming to the arena with us?"

Dean shrugged, twitching as he ran his hands through his messy hair. "I got my own car. I'm fine."

"Desperate?" Roman asked, eyeing the empty little bottles scattered in a pile. "What's up with you man?"

"Nothing..."

"Don't give me that shit. Something is up with you."

Dean grumbled, his hands rubbing his face as he swayed back and forth. Shrugging, he stared at Roman. "I lost her, man. I fucking lost Britney."

"Drinking isn't going to get her back."

"No shit."

Roman eyed the perfectly neat, unused bed to the left and the messy, sheet scattered one to the right. "Dude..."

"What?"

"Where did she sleep?"

Dean couldn't help but smirk. "Where do you think? The floor?"

"Man, what are you guys doing? Thought you two were done?"

"Man, it was a mistake... I get that now."

"Shouldn't you be telling her all of this?"

"What's it matter now, Rome?"

Roman shrugged, patting his friend on the back. "I know she's got a thing with Seth but it could matter a whole lot if you told her... You don't know.

Dean laughed. "She ran back to Rollins... It's over with now."

He said those words but he couldn't really bring himself to believe it.

X

"Shit... You kicked my ass Rollins," Brit whined, falling back onto his bed.

It was noon and the two had just returned from a long, strenuous workout after a stroll around Central Park. Now Brit felt worn out, her coffee buzz warring off.

"Gotta get you ready to beat the Bella tonight."

With a smile Brit propped herself on her elbows as she watched Seth sit on the edge of the bed. He smiled back at her, his eyes baring deep within hers as he placed his hand on her thigh.

"What's that look for?"

"Just can't believe how beautiful you are."

The smile on her face was huge. Sitting up, she leaned into him and kissed him softly. "Oh Seth..."

"I want you to know something."

"What's that?"

"I've been crazy about you since FCW, I'm not gonna lie."

Brit felt her cheeks blush, wanting to hide behind her hands. It had been a while since she heard stuff like this.

"I know all the stuff Dean put you through and I just wanna show you how you deserve to be treated, Britney. I don't really know what we have going on right now but I like it. I really wanna see where this goes."

Brit kissed him again, smiling against his lips. "Goddamn Seth... You've got me smiling like crazy."

He chuckled. "That's not a bad thing."

"No it's not."

She kissed him again, shivering as he placed his hand against her cheek.

"You guys ready to go?" Roman asked through the door.

"Way to ruin the moment," Brit breathed, glaring at the door as if it were Roman.

"Give us a minute," Seth called back.

"Geeez Roman, way to bother them..." Paige scolded, giggling.

"You ready?" He asked, standing to his feet. He watched as Brit did the same, stretching her arms over her head so her tiny crop top rose over her chest.

"You make it so hard sometimes you little tease..." Seth mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Three date minimum, big boy," she whispered, running her hand down his chest. "Let's go... We got some gold to win."