This was the part of her career that Maryse hated. She and the rest of the WWE roster had just arrived in Memphis Tennessee. She slid her key card through the lock and opened the door for the bell boy.
She just sat on the end of her cold bed looking at her suite cases. She wasn't going to unpack them, what was the point? She would only be here two days tops.
Room service too was unsatisfactory; it wasn't the same as a real meal cooked by caring hands. Maryse liked to cook, and she was really quite good at it. But it was no fun cooking for one.
She called her mother before she went to bed, it was her routine. Her mother always told her how proud she was of her. When Maryse confessed to being home sick her mother just repeated the old saying. 'Home is where the heart is.' Oh how she wished that was true.
The room was dark and quite, no one was there to answer her if she had voiced the fact that she couldn't go to sleep. She pulled the cover a little higher up her form, trying to push away a single thought that keep pounding her mind.
There was someone.
She sat up and flicked on the lamp next to the bed. She took her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. The number wasn't in her contact list because she always swore she would never call it again.
A very short conversation later, there was a soft knock on the door.
Maryse had been sitting by the door waiting for the sound. She opened the door, compelled to see the blue eyes she was addicted to. He was standing there in his bare feet, bear chest and gray sleep pants.
She was silent because there was nothing she had to say to the man. He was silent for the same reason.
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. She let him. She wrapped her limbs around him. He stepped inside then kicked the door closed behind him and carried her to the bed.
It was the quietest sex he had ever had, getting no more than a low moan from her when the reason for her call had been accomplished. But that's how it always was. Sometimes he requested her company but it was usually her who made the call. Either way they never refused to fill the other's needs.
The blue eyed man looked over at the blonde woman lying naked beside him. She was staring at the ceiling; her breath was slowing back to normal. Why was this moment always so quite? Maybe next time he would fill the silence with the confession that he loved her, but not tonight.
He rolled on to his side away from her and drifted to sleep.
Maryse finally looked over at him and for the first time tonight she was really looking at him. How did she end up here, again? She was awake in his bed, again. The unnatural light from the street light outside her window had thrown them in to an odd land of shadows and peal gold. She wondered why it was always him she called. Well she knew why, what she really didn't know is why the hell she loved him. He obviously didn't love her; he was fast asleep when not half an hour ago he had been calling her name in the darkness.
She rolled over as not to look at him. They were not touching, and it bothered them both. She fell asleep quickly.
The next morning when she woke he was gone and the only reminder of the previous night was a new burning of feeling inside both of them and an origami rose on the table by the bed. He always did that, sometimes it was a bird or a butterfly, but her favorite was a rose. She smiled to herself and picked it up. She went to her bag and retrieved her little wooden box that she kept all of his little paper gifts in.
She raised the paper project to her lips and kissed it. She could smell him on it. She turned it over in her hands and saw a small bit of writing on the back.
'Open this'
She did as the written words told her and unfolded the piece of art.
Her eyes went wide when a single small object fell out of it and landed softly on the bed. She held the unfolded paper in front of her. A single black question mark explained the beautiful ring that was lying in the folds of her unmade bed.
That same blue eyed man was walking around his hotel room trying to find something to calm his nerves. Maybe she wasn't up yet. Maybe she didn't turn the rose over. Maybe this was just her way of saying 'no.' after all they hardly ever spoke to one another.
A light knock stopped his pacing. He just stood staring blankly at the door. He couldn't seem to make his body function to open it.
Finally with one brave step forward, he walked to the door and opened it.
She was smiling and there was something different playing in her eyes.
With her right hand she reached for his, she laid her left hand in it showing off the ring on her ring finger. They both looked at her hand. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Relief washed over him like a warm bath.
"I love you Mike." She said simply.
He entwined her hand in his and dropped to his knees.
"I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"
Her eyes shimmered with mist. "Yes."
Never again would she lay awake craving his touch and never again would he not be there when she awoke.