Okay faithful readers. I've chosen to keep this story rated T.

Saving the detailed Summer/Chris lovin for another story.

There will be lovin in this one, but not...ya know ;)

Chapter 10

I kissed Summer. She kissed me back. And it was perfection.

That was a week ago.

Since then I've kissed her every night, and I hold her hand on the hallways before and after RAW.

I smirk when people look at us with wide eyes, and she smiles at them politely because that's Summer.

A few of the guys have asked me, and I tell them she's my girlfriend.

It took Summer a few days to get used to the idea of people knowing our personal business, but after one long kiss and an assurance I would never let people bad mouth her, she finally told people the truth when they asked.

I walked past her dressing room tonight while she was talking to Brie Bella. I heard her telling Brie about how great of a kisser I am, and how lucky she was to be with me.

She doesn't even know. I'm the lucky one.

I almost let "I love you" slip, but I know even though I feel it, it isn't time to tell her.

Tonight, I'm fighting Fandango. They told me I'm supposed to dance with Summer again. That's fine with me.

I'm getting ready for the match. I haven't talked Summer all day, but she texted me earlier and said she couldn't wait for tonight.

Niether can I.

Time flies by, and once Fandango is on the run after the match I look at Summer.

She's playing her part, and the crowd is eating it up as I offer her my hand. She looks at me timidly, and gives me a sly smile before accepting.

I spin her around until she is in my arms, pressed against me. We're staring into eachother's eyes. The connection is almost too much, and I'm going to kiss her unless I do something.

So I dip her. Only for a moment, and then pull her back up. We're face to face again, and I'm having a hard time remembering that I'm Chris Jericho right now. Looking in her eyes, I'm getting lost. I can tell she is too.

Okay, pull yourself together Chris.

I remember now what I'm supposed to do. I smile, and wave her off.

The joke is on her, and the crowd goes nuts as I leave her throwing a tantrum in front of the announce table while I walk to the back.

Once backstage I'm getting my gear together when I hear a soft knock.

"Come in." I say and Summer opens to door with a huge smile on her face.

"That was so much fun!" she declares.

"Yeah," I agree before sitting my stuff down and walking over to her. I take her hands in mine and kiss her knuckles, "I almost forgot what I was doing, and kissed you."

I'm not trying to be seductive...okay, maybe I am.

"Really?" she asks.

In reply to her, I wrap her arms around my waist and wrap mine around her as well. I kiss her slowly, but passionately. I long to take our kiss further, but I know niether of us are ready for that.

And if what I hope is true, we'll have a very long time to take things to the next level.

So for now, I'll keep it safe and break the kiss before we get carried away.

"You riding to the hotel with me?" I ask.

"I thought I might." she says with a coy shrug.

Once we're back to the hotel Summer goes to her room and I go to mine. I'm laying outstreched on the bed with one arm propped behind my head when I hear a knock on my door.

With a sigh, a pull myself off the bed to answer the door. To my surprise, its the one person I want to see.

Summer.

"Hey babe, its late. What's wrong?" I ask her as I let her inside.

"Did I wake you up?" she asks timidly.

"No, I was just watching tv," I say as I grab the remote and mute the television.

Summer is dressed in sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Its bright pink and says "GULF SHORES" across the front. Her hair is braided to the side, and I've realized she wears her hair like that a lot to bed.

I also realize that I'm only wearing my boxers and I'm shirtless, and even though my wrestling gear is more revealing I somehow feel more exposed...

She sits on the bed, and bounces up and down a few times playfully. "I can't sleep." she says.

"You seem energetic." I say as I resume my laying postion on the bed.

"I want to tell you something." she says. Her voice sounds serious, but not quite. Its more...determined.

"Okay," I roll over and face her as she sits cross-legged beside me.

She takes a deep breath and exhales. The only light in the room is coming from the television.

"So, I've only been in one real relationship...ever." she says.

I'm a little surprised, but she's only twenty four. A lot less experienced than me...

"And, yes I loved him. We dated for a year and a half...almost two years, actually." She took another deep breath...let it out slowly.

I remain silent.

"I thought he was just as crazy about me as I was about him. Until I kept hearing rumors that he was cheating on me. I confronted him about them over and over again. This went on for about four months with him denying it. I believed him, I mean, we'd been together for such a long time...I just never thought..."

I put my hand on her knee, but I feel like if I say something she'll lose her nerve.

"Anyway, finally my family begged me to listen to them and end it. I was under so much pressure that I wound up breaking it off with him. I was heartbroken, but three days later I stopped by his place to get some of my things and caught him in bed with the girl he swore he wasn't cheating on me with."

She gave a sad smile.

"He eventually told me he got tired of waiting for..." she trailed off.

"For what?" I ask.

"For...ya know..."

I shake my head. I have no idea what she's talking about.

"He got tired of waiting for sex."

Uhh...I almost choked on air, seriously. She can't mean what I think she means.

"Are you..a...virgin?" I ask.

She gives me a sad smile, "No, Chris. I'm not a virgin."

She lays down on the bed beside me and stares at the ceiling.

"I'd been with Mack since I was nineteen, and we broke up right before I turned twenty one. I gave him my virginity, but I don't know something about it didn't feel right so I asked if we could wait before doing it again. He was mad at first, but then he said he loved me and understood."

I didn't care if she was a virgin or not, but somewhere deep down inside my prideful self it made me furious to think about another man touching her. Having her, holding her, and then betraying her.

"Guess its my own fault." she said with a humorless laugh as she rolled over to face me, "So...that's what I had to tell you."

One thing I had to know.

"So...are you waiting for marriage now, or just until you meet the right person?"

"Right person." she whispers.

The air is so thick with sexual energy, and I feel closer to Summer than ever before, but I know that no matter what my body is telling me, my heart is saying it's not time yet.

"Wanna watch tv?" I ask with a smile.

"Yeah." she agrees and we roll on our bellies with our heads at the foot of the bed. I feel like a teenager, staying up all night with my girlfriend watching tv.

About an hour later its going on 2:00 AM, and I'm getting tired.

"Summer," I say, "Do you want to just sleep here tonight?"

I don't get an answer and I realize she has fallen asleep. I smile and shut the tv off. I drape my arm across her and bring her back against my chest. I fall asleep with the sweetest aroma of her freshly washed hair against me, and her easy breathing beneath my fingertips.