Becky Lynch couldn't breathe. It was that simple. Renee Young, a soccer teammate and the girl Becky had stolen a starting role from, had smugly delivered her an ultimatum; quit the team or everyone finds out your secret. Becky had no idea how she'd learned the secret Becky had worked SO hard to leave in her hometown, but she did, and now she wanted to leverage that knowledge into getting her starting spot back.

"I have to think," Becky told herself. "Be rational." Becky wasn't sure the team would care all that much if she were gay. It was college athletics, after all, and being gay wasn't exactly taboo in the women's sports world. "Half the US women's Olympic soccer team is gay," she reminded herself.

But what if it didn't stop there? What if Sasha, the roommate she'd worked SO hard to smooth things over with, rejected her friendship over it? What if she asked to change rooms or never spoke to Becky again? Those thoughts, the ones involving losing Sasha, were the ones that constantly kept pushing her frame of mind from "angry" to "devastated." Two things were abundantly clear; She needed to find out where Renee had gotten her information from, and she needed to find Finn. She walked across the quad where a good chunk of the classroom buildings were located and headed for Finn's dorm room, sticking most to shadows so as to avoid being spotted. Finally, she walked toward Sammartino Hall, taking the stone steps two at a time, and headed toward the room of her best friend. When Finn was sober, he gave great advice, and Becky was willing to take the 50/50 chance that he hadn't been drinking.

Bayley's phone wouldn't 'stop blowing up. Between Seth trying to see if she was ok, Zack telling her again how much he enjoyed seeing her, and the notifications from Instagram regarding the Alexa/Dean picture, it wouldn't stop making noise. One text, however, finally made her stop shaking and holding her knees to reply:

Hey, are you ok?

She looked at her screen to see who'd sent the text to her: ROMAN, the screen shouted out in big block letters. She sighed. If she was going to talk to someone, it sure wasn't going to be Seth, and God knows WHERE Dean was, so it was Roman or no one, and she didn't think she couldn't handle any more "no one", so she typed out a quick reply:

Yeah, was just a lot 2 handle.

Less than 30 seconds later, she got her response.

Wanna come talk?

She paused. Talking to Roman would involve admitting that she had feelings for Seth, and she wasn't sure she wanted to say those words out loud. But she also didn't want to be in her dorm room anymore, and she trusted Roman implicitly, so she pulled herself up off the floor and collected herself, wiping away tears and pulling her hair back into a ponytail. She texted him back:

Yeah. Over in just a second.

She grabbed her phone and stuck in the front pocket of her hoodie, along with her keys and wallet. She steadied herself, then strode out the door of her bedroom and through the living room, where Seth was doing anything he could to make it look like he wasn't awkwardly focused on figuring out why Bayley was so upset. She continued her breakneck pace out the door and across the hall. She reached out and knocked, then sighed with relief when her hulking Samoan friend quickly opened the door and let her in. She threw her arms around him and he guided her gently to the couch in the living room.

"Ok," he began, "Start at the beginning. Now I thought you went on a date today. Did that not go well?"

Bayley wiped her eyes with her sleeves. "Yeah, it went really well, actually. Zack was very nice to me the whole time."

"So then what happened?"

"I got home and Seth and Dana were..."

Roman smiled. "Boning?"

Bailey cringed. "Ew. But yes, basically."

Roman nodded. "And that bothered you?"

Bayley didn't speak, but quickly nodded.

Roman scooted closer to her. "Why do you think that bothered you?"

Bayley tried like hell not to let the tears well up in her eyes again. "I don't know. Like, me and Seth are buddies. He's my roommate. But at the same time I don't know if I have feelings for him. I know it sucked seeing another girl naked with him, but I'm not sure why, you know?"

Roman shook his head, almost imperceptibly. He'd seen this with other girls when Seth was in high school. They'd end up with their hearts broken and come to Roman or Dean to find out why Seth was such a jerk. And since he was too polite to tell them to go fuck themselves, like Dean would, he'd have to listen.

"Bayley," he began, thoughtfully, "I have some thoughts on this. But before I give them to you, I'm thirsty. You want something to drink?"

Bayley affirmed. "Beer, please."

Roman let his mouth hang agape. "Ok, after we're done talking about Seth you and I are going to have a little discussion about the increase in your alcohol intake."

Bayley giggled and shrugged animatedly as Roman left his room to retrieve their refreshments. She heard a loud "fuck" from the other room. After just a few seconds Roman returned, clearly irritated.

"I bought a 30 rack Friday. Ambrose drank 20 of them. And I have no idea when! I've been with him every second of this weekend until late last night. I'm gonna kick his ass."

Bayley laughed. "He and Alexa are official now. It was on instagram, so you know it's real. He'll probably be spending his nights there for the foreseeable future."

Roman looked at his friend incredulously. "The fuck? We've been here like 9 days and he's the first of us to get a real girlfriend. Ambrose. The guy who wouldn't sign girls' yearbooks in high school because he didn't want them getting 'the wrong idea.'"

Bayley chuckled again. "We both know it's because he can't write."

Roman laughed and nodded. "That's a fair point. "

With that, Roman began telling Bayley about the times Seth had inadvertently broken girls' hearts in high school. There was Eve Torres, who'd thrown paint on Seth's parents' garage after he told her he just wanted to be friends. There was Rosa Mendes, who'd written "Seth Rollins is a dickcheese" on his locker after she found out he was taking someone else to prom. Roman admitted to not knowing what a "dickcheese" was, but the hilarity of the situation was apparent.

He glanced at the clock. "11:47." Knowing he had early class the next day, he wound up his discourse on the shortcomings of his best friend.

"...Bayley, Seth is a great, great dude. But he is an absolute moron when it comes to girls. He's gonna break that Dana girl's heart any day, and she's gonna like, hire a hit-man or something. I can tell. She's got the crazy eyes." Bayley solemnly nodded her approval. "My advice to you is to keep hanging out with this kid, Zack. He seems to really like you. And value you. Seth...Seth doesn't always understand the signals he sends to women with how he interacts with them. I'm 100% sure Seth hasn't meant to hurt your feelings or make you think there's something there that may not be, but that doesn't mean he hasn't. So why don't you keep your distance, just for a bit. You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep in Ambrose's-"

Bayley cut him off. "Why wouldn't I just sleep in Dean's bed?" Roman looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ew," she continued. "Yeah. I'll sleep in here."

With that she stood up from Roman's bed, hugged him, and headed toward the door. "You're like, the best friend ever," she said. "Thank you so much. For the advice AND for letting me stay here. I'm gonna get some clothes. Do you mind if I shower here in the morning?"

Roman shook his head from side to side. "Not a bit. But, you should hang a sign on the door if you're going to do that here. If Dean comes home drunk or hung over and has to pee, he won't care if he thinks I'm in there."

Bayley frowned. "Boys are gross."

Roman shrugged. "Yeah, we really are."

With that, Bayley left Roman's room, walked back across the hall to her own, and walked in cautiously, wanting to spare herself a repeat incident. This time, however, it appeared as though Seth himself had taken off. Bayley grabbed a small bag, packed a few things, gathered her school supplies and her laptop, and went back over to Roman's room. She knocked, softly, then noticed two girls giving her a dirty look as she waited outside Roman's door. She could've sworn she heard one of them mutter "lucky bitch" under their breath in her general direction. Roman cracked the door, saw it was her, and let her in.

"I've got an 8 am class, so I'm gonna go to bed. You're welcome to watch tv or whatever out here. Just make sure you lock the door when you go to sleep. If you need anything, I'll leave the door cracked." With that, he drew her in for a giant hug. "Everything's gonna be ok. Relax. Sleep here as often as you need to. Ambrose's beer-stealing ass can sleep at Tinkerbell's or on the couch. Fuck him."

Bayley laughed, then bid goodnight to her giant protector. Roman disappeared into his room, then came back a moment later with a 20 dollar bill in his hand.

"This still may not cover it. Talking about what an idiot Seth is and how much I hate Dean makes me curse."

Bayley chuckled and took the bill from her friend. With that, Roman went back into his room, leaving the door open a crack so his friend could get to him if she needed him. He heard Bayley take another beer from the fridge, then shuffle into his room. He heard the door lock and he instinctively settled. He reached for his phone. "Finally," he thought to himself. He valued Bayley's friendship almost more than the two guys he'd come to SU with, at this point, but he needed to sleep. And there was still the matter of the text message he hadn't sent. He'd started like 43 texts to Charlotte Flair, but not one of them met his approval. As he stretched his massive frame over the almost comically overworked bed frame, he decided now was as good a time as any to get that initial contact out of the way. He stared at his phone. Finally, his hands started moving.

Hey Charlotte, I know it's late on a Sunday, but I wanted to say I enjoyed getting to eat dinner with you yesterday. I hope to run into you soon. -RR

With that, he set his phone alarm for 7 AM, then set the device down on Dean's nightstand. His eyes quickly grew heavy and he drifted off, dreaming of tall blondes and tall beers...

Dean Ambrose didn't want to leave Alexa's dorm room. As a general rule, girls' residences tend to smell better than guys', and hers was no exception. But she had Monday AM class, and Dean only had Tuesday-Thursday class, and she didn't want him scaring the shit out of her roommate. "Plus," Bliss mused to herself, "he's been wearing the same clothes since Saturday afternoon. My boy's a bit ripe."

She'd dragged him out of the room by the arm, then gave him a big kiss before she set off for the Malenko Science Building, where she had her "STEM Development in adolescents" teaching class. Ambrose, conversely, headed back to his dorm to shower and change, then head to the Student Center to find trouble.

Roman Reigns, meanwhile, hadn't stopped grinning since he woke up. He'd quietly gotten ready for class, being careful not to wake his friend in the other room. He knew she didn't have class on Mondays until after noon, so he did his best not to wake her. He almost failed, however, when he saw a response from Charlotte on his phone screen. He pulled the phone from its dock and looked intently at the response.

Hey Roman. Was wondering if u died. Sry my dad talks soooo much. Would love to see u asap. Free 2nite for dinner? Wld love spicollis again w u. -Charlotte

The ordinarily stoic Reigns pumped his fist excitedly and gave a tiny "whoo" at the response he'd gotten. He typed his response, words to the effect of "yeah. 9 pm. After practice. Looking forward to it."

He headed out the door, having been put slightly behind schedule by his text exchange, and headed for his class in the Malenko Science Building.

Alexa loved her class. She did. But today she was restless. It had not gone unnoticed to her that since her fateful date with Dean Ambrose, that every second she spent away from him felt like a day. It concerned her how fast she was falling for this guy. But she couldn't help herself. He wasn't just handsome and muscular. He was very sweet, but without being a pushover like a lot of guys she'd met before Dean were. The night Ambrose stole her beer, she'd been chatted up by at least four guys who'd seemed nice, but without the backbone required to date her. She was also impressed by how kind he was to Bayley. Compassion was something that was incredibly important to Alexa, and she found it no small wonder that one of the finest sources of it she'd ever seen came from a boy who'd been raised by a family that wasn't his after a childhood bereft with poverty and cruelty. Alexa, coming from a loving, two parent home, had no idea what he must've been through, and she knew HE sure as shit wasn't going talk about it, but despite that, he seemed to find such joy with the the little things in life. As her professor dismissed the class, she found herself almost running out the door to get back to her room. She had no idea where Dean was at that moment, but she wanted to do something special for him, and she needed to get to her dorm room as soon as she could to make it work.

The quad out front of Malenko Science Building was a hub for SU students during the school day. As such, many SU students bought coffee from a small kiosk the school set up as an extension of the dining program. Roman Reigns was currently third in line for his coffee, and it was a good thing, because staying up talking to Bayley until midnight robbed him of a chance to get eight hours, and if things went well on his date tonight, he may not get eight hours tonight either. As he moved up in line, he felt a hand grab his sleeve. He turned, keeping his eye level high, expecting either Dean Ambrose or Charlotte. Instead, he ended up looking completely over the top of the head of Alexa Bliss. He finally adjusted his view and saw her, standing behind him with her arms folded and a slightly remorseful look on her face.

"Hey," she began.

"Hey yourself." Roman responded, unsure of where this was headed.

"Look, I know I was rude the other day, and we didn't get a chance to talk at Spicolli's. I just wanted to say I'm sorry for being such a dick last week. I was super angry at Dean and you were there too and I just assumed that you're just as big a dick as he was and-"

Roman cut her off. "I understand completely. I would've been pissed too. And Dean is...well, Dean is Dean. He's been like that since the day I brought him home. You have nothing to apologize for." With that, Alexa reached out one arm and Roman responded in kind, giving each other the "side hug" that people give each other when they don't know each other well.

Alexa broke the hug, then walked with Roman to the counter of the kiosk.

"Let me buy your coffee, as a peace offering," she asked congenially.

"No chance. I'm buying yours."

Alexa glanced around. "Look, I just cut like 11 people in line to talk to you and I'm not going to the back. If I pay for yours, I won't feel quite like such a dick."

Roman gave a small laugh. "Fair enough."

With that, the two most important people in Dean Ambrose's life placed their coffee order and continued making small talk.

The pace at the Koloff Student Center was always breakneck during prime school hours, and today was no different. Being the beginning of the semester, many of SU's extracurricular activities had set up tables that now lined the main thoroughfare, hoping to entice students to participate. Dean had zero intention of taking on anything else, but he heard a voice calling to him from the other end of the room.

"Hey man!" Dean looked around. "Yeah, you, come here!"

"Oh shit," Dean moaned, seeing that the voice was coming from the Beta Pi Omega table. "They're probably looking for me." Cautiously, at almost a snail's pace, Dean walked over to the table, where a skinny guy with a short dirty blond haircut was motioning for him to come over. Dean began talking as soon as he got there. "Hey man, about last week-"

The blond guy cut him off. "Don't worry about it. Dean, was it?"

Ambrose nodded in the affirmative.

"Christian Cage." Cage offered his hand, which Dean shook, almost reluctantly. Cage continued. "I'm the chapter president at Beta Pi."

Dean looked back at him, confused. "I thought the King guy was the president."

Cage shook his head, a confused look on his face. "No, he's the king. I'm the president." The blond man chuckled. "I can see how it's confusing. John was our president the last two years. He took this year off to focus on his studies. When we lost our Social Chairman to academic suspension, John agreed to step in. I'm not a big fan of the spotlight, so in a lot of respects we're just continuing on as usual."

Dean nodded again, quickly losing interest. "Fascinating."

Christian chuckled, beginning to think he understood Dean. "First of all, please pass our sincerest apologies to that young lady who was drugged Monday night. The guy who served her the drink isn't affiliated with us, and we've barred him for life. The guys who chased you have been told to let it go."

Dean nodded for a third time, this time in gratitude. "Awesome."

Christian took a breathe and began a spiel. "Man, I can see it on your face. You're thinking 'I'm not a fraternity guy.' Truthfully, neither was I when I got here. I don't like golf and I'm not a Republican. I didn't think I'd fit in with the fraternity scene at all. But I listened to a guy like me, who gave me the talk I'm giving you right now. BPO isn't just about parties and dumb shit. This isn't just a 4 year commitment. It's a 40 year commitment." At that, Dean crooked his head slightly, suddenly mildly interested in what he had to say. "At BPO, you will forge relationships that will help you long after you've left this school. 347 of the current 'Fortune 500' companies have at least one BPO on their executive board. We have internship programs that regular students wouldn't have a prayer of getting into. Our academic support is second to none. I guarantee you not just a great time for the next four years, but a leg up on the life that comes when you graduate from this place."

Dean didn't say anything. Some of that sounded good. He'd gotten such a late start with his academics in high school that his resume was pretty bare. He'd only ever had one job, and that was at one of the gas stations Roman's parents owned. The extra help getting a job could come in handy. Finally, he was ready to speak.

"So, I'm not saying yes. I mean, I've got football, I was just told I'm in an 'official relationship'-"

Christian cut him off again, this time in a more relaxed manor. "Hey man, like 40% of our initiates at SU every year are athletes. Hell, I'm on the hockey team. It's what happens when you're a small school with such a proud athletic tradition. We cater our pledging schedule to you. And a girlfriend? That's great! She's welcome at BPO." Christian paused, then began again, this time in an unrehearsed, low-key tone. "Man, don't take my word for it. Don't give me an answer right now. We're having a cookout open house at the house tonight. Come by and meet some of the guys. Eat some free food. Don't throw any liquor bottles-" Dean chuckled at the reminder of what had happened the last week- "and see if this is for you. Honestly, BPO could use a few more guys like you."

Dean nodded a final time, then let Christian shake his hand again. He promised the earnest Cage he'd come by, at least for some food, and walked down the thoroughfare and headed for the door. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the orange-haired girl he'd met at the lake part making a beeline for him. He waved, then felt his heart rate rise when he saw that she didn't look happy.

"Hey, Becky."

Becky didn't stop until she was inches away from Ambrose's face. "Mother. Fucker."

Dean, for the first time since he'd opened the door to his dorm and had a tiny nymph tell him to make love to her, was at a loss for words. "What did I do?"

Becky pulled Dean to the wall, taking them out of the flow of traffic. "Who did you tell?"

Dean was now completely confused. "I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about."

Becky's eyes were a mixture of pain and rage as she continued. "Someone knows. Someone knows I'm gay."

Dean had the wash of a week's worth of memories cascade over him in that moment. He hadn't thought about that since about 5 minutes after he'd last talked to her. He felt bad for not having the chance to catch up with her, but his hands were clean on this. "Becky, I am 100% serious. I haven't said a word to anyone. I haven't had a chance."

Becky was stumped. Ambrose was on a very short list of people that she knew knew her secret. "You're sure? You didn't tell anyone?"

Dean shook his head. "No. Truthfully, I kind of forgot all about it. I was actually thinking about y'all yesterday. What happened?"

Becky didn't know Dean, other than the one day they'd hung out. But for whatever reason, she felt compelled to unload her entire ordeal on him. Dean listened intently as Becky fought back tears. When she finally finished, Ambrose shook his head. "Damn." He sighed. "First of all, this Renee chick sounds like a miserable bitch." Becky laughed while wiping away a tear. "Secondly, I didn't say a word. Who would I tell?"

Becky nodded. It made sense. Dean struck her as a lot of bad things, but a gossip wasn't one of them. "Ok. Sorry for accusing you. I just don't know what to do."

Dean reached for her arm and rubbed it once, gently. "Hey, I took an upperclassman's job last week, too. He wasn't happy. I think he fuckin' quit. My guess is that this chick is full of shit. And don't worry about Sasha. That chick loves you. I can see it."

"Dean, she's a homophobe."

"I read somewhere that that's actually fairly common for gay people who haven't come to terms with it yet."

Becky looked at him, mystified.

"Oh what, I drink 17 beers in one sitting and no one bats an eye, but I talk about something I read once and everyone acts like it's a fuckin' miracle?"

Becky grinned. "It's just that no one thinks you can read."

Dean grinned, then playfully gave Becky the finger. "Ok, firecrotch. I gotta go. But text me if you need anything." With that, he handed her a small slip of paper and walked away.

As he walked back to his dorm, Dean's phone began to blow up.

Hey cutie, The message began. What time can you come over after practice?

Dean thought for a second. I promised some guys I'd make an appearance at BPO, but I can come straight from there.

He waited for a response. Ok. 9 PM. Come to my room. And try not to mess anyone's face up at BPO.

He grinned at the response, then grinned again when he received a picture of Alexa making kissy lips at him. "How the fuck did this happen?" Dean inquired to himself. And it was a legitimate question. This cheerleader, who could've had anyone she wanted at SU, had basically showed up at his door and chosen him. And then, when he'd ruined his first chance, she'd allowed him to earn a second one. Dean shook his head, grinned, and continued walking back towards his dorm room.

The rest of the day flew by for Rollins, Reigns, and Ambrose. They'd watched the film from Saturday, with all three guys being singled out for the game-changing plays they'd made. Then there was actual practice. Being during the season, there wasn't much actual contact. Instead it was formation reviews and game plan installation. They were done by about seven, then Dean ran into the locker room to change. He'd showered and thrown on his clothes, determined to both make his appointment at BPO and not keep his girlfriend waiting. He told Rollins and Reigns about the open house, and Rollins agreed to go with him. Reigns begged off for that night, but agreed to give BPO a chance. The "40 yr. commitment." made a lot of sense to all 3 of them, and the party they'd gone to the week before had been really fun, so checking it out wouldn't hurt.

Rollins and Ambrose walked up the stairs of the massive BPO house and were immediately impressed. They'd expected hamburgers, hot dogs. Maybe some chicken on the grill. What BPO had was steak, baked potatoes, iced cold beer, and anything else you could want. The brothers were friendly and engaging, asking questions of both guys. Dean wolfed down his rare cut of steak and shook Christian's hand again. They spoke briefly and Dean was introduced to John Cena, BPO Vice President Sami Zayn, and Pledge Educator Kevin Owens. Dean checked his watch. 8:35. He knew it would probably take 15 minutes to walk to Alexa's from fraternity row, and Dean DID NOT want to be late, so he began saying his "thank you's" and "goodbye's." He promised Christian to bring Roman along to the next event, a "welcome to your future" mixer with the ladies of the Delta Xi Alpha sorority. Seth told Dean he actually wanted to stay for a while and get some quality drinking done, and Dean bid his friend farewell. He jogged down the steps two at a time and began briskly walking towards Poffo Hall.

At almost the exact same time, Roman was putting the finishing touches on what he thought was a pretty killer "first date" ensemble. He'd opted for all black. Sport coat, dress shirt, pants, shoes. He'd pulled his unruly inky black hair into a bun, and let Bayley help him with his tie. She, for her part, had met Zack Ryder at the student dining hall for dinner before helping Roman. He'd trimmed his beard lines and brushed his teeth. Roman thought he looked good. Bayley agreed. She high fived him for good luck and sent him on his way. Roman, also not wanting to be late, had called an uber to pick him up and take him to Spicolli's. He'd made a reservation earlier in the day for 2 at 9 o'clock. He steeled his nerves during the short ride to the intimate italian cafe, reminding himself that she'd done just as much pursuing of him as he had of her, which meant that she was at least as interested as he was. The driver pulled up and let him out. Roman tipped him and told him he'd probably need a ride home, too.

Roman put on his black sunglasses and walked the short distance into the restaurant. He slid his glasses up, resting them on the top of his head, and greeted the hostess. He told her of his reservation and she escorted him to a small table in a quiet corner of the restaurant. She then lit the candle on the table, set two menus down on the table, smiled, and walked away. A very few minutes later, Charlotte caught Roman's eye as she strode confidently to the table where Reigns was waiting.

She looked fantastic. Black dress that hugged her hips and came down to right above her knees. Neckline that plunged just enough to stir up urges in Roman, without appearing too inviting. With her heeled shoes, she was only about two inches shorter than Roman, and her smile cast a flood light in the dimly lit restaurant. Roman stood to greet her and she slid her arms around him for a lingering hug. The sat together, and Roman noticed that Charlotte had taken her seat beside him, rather than across from him. They were interrupted by their server asking them what they wanted to drink. Charlotte ordered a glass of red wine and Roman ordered an italian beer he'd wanted to try last time he was there, but he hadn't wanted to drink in front of his mom. As the server walked away, Roman grinned and shook his head. He discretely slid his arm around Charlotte and began a new line of conversation.

"I am just SHOCKED at the amount of underage drinking that goes on in public here. Is it always like this?"

Charlotte nodded ruefully. "This is a college town. They know what's up."

The two continued their small talk a while longer until the server returned with their drinks. They then ordered their food, deciding to split the "tour of italy" plate that Roman's brother Matt had ordered Saturday, and each also asked for side salad and bread. As the server again walked away, Charlotte smiled and looked deep into Roman's eyes.

"You look really great," she began, warmly.

"Holy shit, Charlotte, you too. That dress...it becomes you."

Charlotte grinned. "Thank you. I never get to dress up, and I wanted to look nice."

"That's exactly what I told Bayley."

Charlotte nodded with recognition. "The girl from the party? That got drugged?"

"The same. She's staying in Dean and I's room for a while. She helped me pick all this out."

"You seem pretty close to her."

Roman nodded again, smile growing on his face. "It's weird. I've known her one week today and it's like she's become my best friend."

Charlotte smiled. "That's good. As long as she doesn't cross any lines." With that, she winked, letting Roman know she wasn't serious.

The two talked a bit longer before their food arrived. They ate together while sitting close, clearly enjoying each other's company and close physical proximity. The alcohol kept coming, and the two young people found their inhibitions being lowered as the evening went on. Finally, after the server had cleared their plates, Charlotte finally leaned in and kissed Roman. It didn't last long, and it wasn't particularly sexual, but she was just filled to the brim with attraction for the handsome Samoan and wanted him to know exactly how she felt. Roman let her break the kiss, then smiled.

"What was that for?"

Charlotte grinned, shyly. "You're just so handsome in your black suit. And I've waited a really long time to do that."

Roman nodded again. "I hope it's not the last one."

Charlotte leaned in close again, to where the very edges of her lips were touching his. "If you behave yourself."

Roman grinned. He liked where this was headed. Finally, Roman paid the check and walked Charlotte to the front door. She looked at him, mischief in her eyes, and spoke again. "Wanna come back to my dorm room? I'm in a single room and we won't be disturbed."

Roman's insides did a dance. "Absolutely."

With that, they walked hand in hand to Charlotte's SUV, a sprawling grey Cadillac Escalade with tinted windows. Roman waited for Charlotte to unlock the doors, then climbed in.

Dean Ambrose was on cloud 9. He'd shown up at Alexa's door at almost exactly 9 o'clock and knocked on the door. Nia answered again, but didn't let him in. Instead, she stepped out and talked to him again.

"You're fucking lucky, Ambrose. She's been working on this all afternoon. Don't fuck it up."

With that, Nia walked away. Dean looked at her, confused. "You're not staying?"

Nia smiled and shook her head. "No, I'm going to the Student Center to study." As she said that, she kept walking until she was out of earshot. Dean shrugged his shoulders and walked cautiously into the dorm room of his girlfriend.

The first thing he'd noticed was the smell. It was vanilla sugar. Scented candles were strategically placed all around the common area. The lights were turned off, and soft music was playing. John Hiatt's "HAVE A LITTLE FAITH IN ME", at that exact moment. Dean cracked open the door to Alexa's bedroom, where small votive candles were spread neatly around the room. Then he took in the vision of perfection. His tiny girlfriend, hair flowing and cascading over her shoulders, was sitting on her bed, resting on her elbows. She was wearing a white silk robe that barely covered her ass. She stood up, and began a sultry walk towards her boyfriend. When she was within arm's length of him, she pulled the belt loose on her robe and let it fall to the ground. Under her robe, she wore only a white silk nightie with spaghetti straps. Dean, for the second time that day, was speechless.

"Hi." Alexa said shyly. She'd prepared this surprise for Dean all afternoon, and she hoped he found her as gorgeous as she felt.

Dean drew in breath to say something, but Alexa put her finger up to Dean's lips. "Shhhhh," she admonished, almost silently. Then, she reached to Dean's hip line and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing the black henley to the side. She ran her fingers up and down his muscled torso, stopping to kiss random spots on his chest and stomach. She settled gently to her knees in front of him, undoing his belt and letting his jeans fall to his ankles. She ran her hands slowly and deliberately across the front of his underwear, grinning naughtily when she found the swelling she was hoping so desperately was happening. She kissed him directly on his member, though a thin layer of fabric still separated them. Alexa remedied that with one more move of her hands, pulling Dean's boxer briefs to his ankles. Alexa then pulled the nightie off her own body, leaving them both naked and vulnerable in the dimly lit bedroom of Alexa's dorm. Dean's breath grew choppy and shallow as Alexa began her ministrations on Dean's stiff cock. She wanted so badly to reward him for how completely and willingly he'd met her demands over the past week. She felt his hand move to the top of her head, as her own hands moved to his hips. After a few minutes of this, her head moving up and down in Dean's lap, Dean pulled Alexa to her feet, then gently took her by the hips and led her to her bed. She gently shoved him down toward her freshly made bed, then straddled him as he laid down. He felt his member, all of it, slide slowly into Alexa, as she lowered herself down onto him. The two of them moved gently, then more forcefully in unison, never breaking eye contact. Alexa finished first, then Dean, releasing inside her as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, sliding his hands up and down her back.

And that's where he found himself now. His tiny vixen resting her head and upper torso on Dean's chest, her fingers lightly tracing paths on his pectoral muscles. He wanted desperately to give her the three words he'd never given any woman before, but he couldn't commit himself completely. He loved her. That much was certain to him. But he couldn't say it. Not yet. So instead, he let her rest her head on him and thought to himself about how insanely lucky he really was.