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After breaking away from Jeff, Krys could barely reign in her self-control. Part of her wanted to slap the ever-loving piss out of Jeff for daring to do such a thing to his brother's future wife, while the other half of her, the side that was starting to rear its ugly head, was incredibly intrigued by the younger Hardy's actions and was now literally itching to find out exactly how far Jeff wanted things to go. The two of them stared at each other, as the tension—both sexually and personally—mounted in the room. Eventually, Krys had to turn her gaze away from Jeff, as her rationality won out over her lust, and she moved away from the other man, taking deep breaths to steady herself in case she wanted a second round.

When she found herself breathing steadily again, she glared over at Jeff, who, despite looking extremely uncomfortable with what he had just done, appeared even sexier than before. "Mind explaining to me what the hell that was?" she finally demanded.

"You know what that was," he replied. "I don't know when it happened, but sometime after you had Cam, it suddenly occurred to me how unbelievably gorgeous and attractive you are. I told you before, Krys, that I never stopped caring about you after we broke up. Even though we decided to just stay friends, those feelings never left, and I still wanted you. I know you're with Matt and I'm with Kat, but I know those two would prefer it if we slept together than if we cheated on them with anyone else."

"I…you… Jeff, that would still be cheating on them, regardless of who it's with!" she sputtered, amazed that he still remained so nonchalant about things. "I mean, I still have feelings for you too—I always will—but I'm not fucking things up with Matt and Cameron for you."

"Even if I told you that sometimes I wished Cameron were my son?"

"WHAT?!"

"You heard me. I see you and Matt with Cameron, and it just about kills me. I almost wish that he was my son—at times, I even get the feeling sometimes that…that Cameron even should be my son."

"Jeff…" Krys took a step back, trying to get her confused thoughts together. "Think about what you're saying for a minute. Take a step back, and listen to everything you're saying to me right now."

Jeff shook his head. "Krys, I'm not crazy. Sure, I may be weird, and wrapped up in my own little world at times, but I am not crazy. Just…trust me on this one. I know my own feelings, and I know how I feel about you. I kick myself every single day, knowing that Matt has with you what I was too chicken to pursue."

"Well, you picked one hell of a fine time to tell me all of this, Jeff," she shot back, folding her arms together stubbornly. "Look, yeah, I do love you, and yeah, there are still lingering feelings from when you and I were together. But we decided way back then that we shouldn't continue things."

Jeff folded his own arms, his green eyes focused intently on her. "No, Krys, you decided, and I went along with it because I thought it was what was best for the two of us. Especially after I figured you wanted Matt more than you wanted me. I never gave up the hope that eventually we could get back together and be more serious than we were back then. Back then, it was all about being friends with benefits; neither one of us were all that concerned with having a relationship. It was just about sex.

"But somewhere, somewhere along those lines, things got twisted. We both fell in love, and it scared us. I think it scared you more than it scared me, because the next thing I knew, you were knocking at my hotel room door at three in the morning. That last night, after we had sex, I sat there holding you--"

"Don't go there, Jeff." Krys warned, holding up one finger, stopping him mid-sentence. "That last night, you were about to tell me something. I knew what it was, and that's why I stopped you and told you that we shouldn't keep doing things the way we were, because someone was bound to end up falling in love."

"You can't stand here now and tell me you don't love me, Krys," he told her, leaning against the stove. "You can lie to Matt about certain things, but you can't lie to me. I know you."

"Jeff, drop it please," she pleaded, suddenly desperate. "You're right, I can't lie to you, and I can't lie to myself. I love you, okay? But I'm not—I repeat, not—leaving Matt and my son for you."

"What if you don't have to?" he asked quietly, taking a step toward her. She eyed him warily, asking him what he meant. "I mean, what if you can have Matt and Cameron, and still be with me?"

"Have you lost your mind?! What about Kat?"

He shrugged. "Kat has a daughter by another man, Krys. She loves Adam to death, not to mention she trusts you. She wouldn't care if you and I came to her and asked for her permission to do shit together. She knew that I was with you before she came along, and she understands that. Why do you think she suggested sleeping with me if she was wrong about you and Matt?"

"But…But…" To her surprise, Krys could not find the words to refute Jeff. Of all the times to fucking turn on me, Kat…she growled in her mind. She had to remind herself to have a few choice words with Katrynne the next time the two friends sat down and had a conversation.

Thankfully, at that moment, Matt chose to return, complete with a freshly-bathed Cameron in his arms. "Hey, guys, what's up?"

"Hi," Krys said, almost breathlessly. She walked over to Matt and took Cameron into her arms, cuddling her son close to her, almost as if she were using the child as a barrier between her and Jeff. "Jeff and I were just talking a little bit more, nothing too special. Um…I'm gonna go put Cam in his crib and lay down for a bit before we head out to the gym, is that okay with you?"

"Sure, that's fine." Matt kissed Krys' forehead, and Krys gave him a return peck on the cheek, before she walked off up the stairs to her room.

Once his fiancée was gone, Matt turned his head to face his brother. "So, Jeffro, what was that all about?"

Jeff shrugged his shoulders. "Guess I said something that Krys wasn't entirely comfortable with."