Seth woke up to his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and checked the time, which read 6:56am. "Yeah?" he answered in a raspy voice, rubbing his eyes.

"Brother, where the heck are you? I got back from the bar last night and you weren't in the room." It was Roman.

"I'm here at Sasha's room," he answered quietly, voice still hoarse while glancing to check on her sleeping form.

"Oh," Roman commented. Seth could feel his smirk on the other line. "In that case, I'll drop the call now."

Seth chuckled, slowly getting up to wash his face and freshen up. When he returned, Sasha was still deep in her sleep, so he took advantage of the situation and climbed in bed again. As Seth relaxed, he felt her turn around, one arm draping over him. He smiled to himself, brushing her hair back as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, before going back to sleep.

A couple of hours later, Sasha woke up with her arms wrapped around Seth and his arms wrapped around her. She jolted awake, but the movement caused the entire room to stir.

"Woah," Seth woke up. "Are you alright?"

Sasha groaned, lying back down. "I feel like crap," she said, placing a hand against her head.

"Got any Advil?" he asked her, standing up.

"Not right now," she groaned again. Everything was just spinning at this point.

"I'll be right back," he told her, kissing her forehead again before running out of the room. He was enjoying this too much.

Twenty minutes later, he returned freshly-showered in jogging pants and a black shirt with a bottle of Advil in his hands. "Here," he handed her two pills and a glass of water.

Sasha slowly sat up and drank everything in one gulp before lying down again. Seth touched her forehead to check on her temperature. "Shit. I think you're burning up a bit, Sash."

"I know," Sasha sighed, closing her eyes. "Ugh, this can't be happening. I'm supposed to start training for Hell in a Cell today."

Seth fixed the covers of the bed and placed both the blanket and comforter over her. "Just get some rest," he told her.

Sasha fell asleep again, head still throbbing as she grimaced once in a while. Seth watched the TV on mute, making sure her sleep wasn't disturbed. When the covers weren't enough to keep her warm and she started shivering, Seth climbed under them and held her in his arms, rubbing her back gently once in a while. He could definitely get used to doing this.

Hours passed and Seth woke up to a grumbling stomach. He checked the time again only to find that it was already noon. Getting up to call room service, he ordered enough food for both of them. After their many breakfast dates, he practically memorized what her favorites were.

As soon as the food arrived, Seth gently woke her. "Sash, you need to eat," he said. "I got you an angus cheeseburger with fries. Plus you need to hydrate."

She didn't budge, so he tried again. "Sasha," he said. "Boss," he called out. "Baby, you've got to get up and eat."

"Ughhh, I told you. Stop calling me that!" she groaned against the pillow before getting up. Her headache was slightly better, but she still felt like crap.

Seth sighed. "Let's just eat."

They ate in silence—Sasha purposely avoiding Seth's gaze. His eyes had always been very intense and expressive, and she suddenly felt super conscious.

When Seth was done eating, he leaned back against his seat and continued watching her. "So we're still not okay?"

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, okay?"

"Just tell me what to do to make things right. Do you want the label? Is that what you want? Because baby, if that's all it's going to take, you got it."

"Don't think you can get it that easy, Seth," she narrowed her eyes at him.

"Then what?! What do I need to do?" Seth was getting frustrated.

"I'd like to see you try and work for it," Sasha finished with a slight smirk.

Seth leaned forward and smirked back. "Oh, is that a challenge, Banks? Are you seriously doubting that I can't do it?"

Sasha shrugged. "Depends. Can you outplay TJ?"

Upon hearing this, Seth tightened his jaw. "I can outplay anyone, anytime," he said in a low tone.

"We'll see about that," Sasha smiled, taking a fry and putting it in her mouth.

"This isn't a game, Banks," Seth raised his voice a little. "You don't get to play me like that."

Sasha suddenly felt bad upon hearing his words. "I'm sorry," she said. "I was just kidding about TJ."

"Were you?" Seth raised an eyebrow. "Because it's pretty obvious you've got a crush on the guy."

Sasha's cheeks reddened. "It's not like that, okay?" She bit her lower lip and sighed. "I might have said that to make you jealous before."

"Well, it fucking worked. Are you happy?" he sneered.

"Ughhh," Sasha stood up from her seat. "Can we not do this right now?"

Seth watched as she carefully walked towards the bathroom, using the walls to guide her. When she closed the door, Seth shook his head. Sasha Banks was definitely one of the most stubborn human beings on the planet.

When she finished taking a quick shower, Seth was surprised to find her in her gym clothes—a dark grey tank top over a black sports bra paired with light grey leggings.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I'm supposed to meet with Ashley Corner to start my training for Hell in a Cell," she walked over to her gym bag, stumbling a bit.

"Like hell you are," he stood up and walked towards her, eyebrows furrowed.

"I only have two weeks, and it's probably the biggest match of my life. I can't screw it up. I need to be in top shape!"

"Sash, you've got a fever and a headache that's close to getting you to puke," he pointed out. "You're not going anywhere until I say it's okay."

"So what? You're going to stand guard and stay here all day?"

Seth gave her a smug look. "Does it look like I don't want to?"

"Ugh," Sasha gave up, leaving her gym bag and lying back down on the bed. "Whatever."

"Look, if you want," Seth took a seat at the corner. "I can help train you. Roman and I are planning to do our own training sessions just to get us ready for our matches. You're welcome to join us."

Sasha thought about it. It seemed like a really good idea. Both Seth and Roman had experience inside Hell in a Cell, and she could definitely use as many tips, tricks, and techniques from both Superstars. "Fine," she agreed. "I'll go."

Seth grinned before jumping in bed beside her. "Hey!" she called out. "Don't get too comfortable!"

"Ha-ha-ha!" Seth laughed, moving in closer. "You know you can't resist me, Banks."

Sasha rolled her eyes and fought the urge to smile. Seth knew it, and decided to push the opportunity a little more. Sticking his hand out for her to hold, he waited until she gave in—their fingers interlocking, as Seth switched on the TV and settled on a rerun of American Ninja Warrior.

Sasha eventually leaned against Seth, her head resting on his shoulder. "What did I tell ya?" he said, glancing down and breathing in the scent of her pink hair, which smelled a bit like strawberries. "Told ya it'd be better if we just went back to normal."

"Don't push it, Seth."

Seth sighed. "Fine," he rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand. "But if you want me to work for it, I'm really going to fucking work for it."

Sasha looked up at him and gave a half smile. Seth smiled back and for a moment, they stared at each other before Seth leaned in—his eyes fixed on the plumpness of her lips. Sasha waited, lifting her head slightly. Just as their lips nearly touched, Sasha realized what was happening and sat up.

"I, uh," she froze a bit. "I have to go pee," she finished, quickly making her way to the bathroom.

Seth laughed to himself and leaned against the headboard. "Geez, you really are making me work for it, Banks!" he yelled.

Inside the bathroom, Sasha blushed furiously and couldn't help but smile.

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