That took a lot longer than I expected. Sorry guys! But here it is anyways. Hope you like it. Review pleaaase. xox.


It was only 6:30 AM but Amber couldn't sleep anymore so she pulled her hair up and took an ice bath in hopes to soothe her aching back. She sat in the tub for about 20 minutes and her fingers started to prune, so she climbed out of the tub and drained the water. Just as she wrapped the towel around herself, there was a knock at the door. She held the towel tighter against her body as she opened the door. Her eyes widened upon seeing Dean standing at her door in a nice, back button up shirt, the top three buttons undone, and blue jeans. His hair was combed, but not slicked back. It was kind of disheveled, the way she liked it. She tried her best not to give him the satisfaction, especially after what had happened the night before, but she couldn't help it. "Well, you look nice", she said breaking the silence. "So do you", he smirked. "I'm not even dressed" she said before biting at her lip ring and blushing as she remembered that she, in fact, wasn't dressed. "I know", Dean winked. She rolled her eyes and moved to the side to let him in. Amber closed the door and turned around, only to bump into Dean who was standing right behind her. Their bodies were lightly pressed together. He was looking down at her; she was looking up at him. His eyes slightly narrowed as he studied her face. She just stared into her eyes, her lips parted slightly. She cleared her throat and pushed her hair behind her ear and she moved around Dean. "Did you need something?" she asked grabbing some clothes from her bag. "I came to talk to you", he replied turning to face her. "And to apologize", he added, his gaze locked on the floor. She stopped what she was doing and stared at him, her eyebrow raised in confusion. "Apologize for what?" she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to see how far she could get him to open up. "Get dressed and let me take you out to breakfast so we can talk" he told her, finally looking up from the floor. She nodded and went to the bathroom to get ready. She quickly pulled on her black skinny jeans, a black strapless peplum top, and put on mascara and pink lipgloss.

Dean took Amber to a quaint little diner around the corner from the hotel. They sat across from each other at a small table. "What did you want to talk to me about?" Amber asked unable to divert her mind from the topic any longer. Dean sighed. "I thought you'd forget I said that by now." "How could I possibly forget that?" she asked. "Well, I saw the way you were undressing me with your eyes when you saw me this morning. I was hoping your mind would stay on that for the rest of the day…and night", he chuckled, "I mean, it made you forget about last night long enough to let me into your hotel room." Amber rolled her eyes but couldn't hold back a small smile. "Oh, that reminds me. Are you going to apologize or what?" she asked. Dean cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair before speaking. "I truly am sorry about last night. I jumped to conclusions and let my anger get the best of me and I didn't let you explain yourself. I'm sorry," he said. Amber put down her cup of coffee. "I don't even have to explain myself to you, really. But for some reason, I feel like I need to. Zack just came over to see if I was ok. He's just a friend, nothing more, nothing less. And nothing happened." She said. "I know, I know. Look, Amber. I… I'm really no fucking good at this kinda stuff, so bear with me" he said as Amber looked at him intently. "I know we don't really know each other, but the thing is… fuck", he said. "The thing is, I have these…..feelings for you that I can't really explain and seeing you with Zack pissed me the hell off. I don't even know what the feeling is, but I love being around you, and every time you leave it just drives me crazy. I don't know. This was all a lot better in my head" he stammered. Amber's eyes never left Dean's even though his roamed at times. Her heart was beating fast and she could feel that her face was turning red. Speechless, she lifted herself slightly from her chair, leaning across the table. Dean noticed and looked up, their eyes now locked on each other's. Amber cupped Dean's chin in her hand and pressed her lips lightly to his. Both of their eyes shut as Dean kissed her hungrily, the palm of his hand moved to rest on her cheek as her hand moved to his hair. Amber pulled away from him upon remembering that they were in public. She was absolutely enthralled, and from the look on Dean's face, so was he.

They spent the next hour or so talking, laughing, and simply enjoying each other's company. Amber noticed that her phone was beeping and she pulled it out of her pocket. She had a voicemail. "Did you hear my phone ring?" she asked. Dean shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee. "You must've been too into that kiss" Dean winked. "Me?! Oh, yeah, it was all me." Amber replied putting her phone to her ear to listen to the voicemail. Dean just chuckled.

Amber sighed, putting her phone back into her pocket. "What is it?" Dean asked. "It was Mcmahon. He said he needs to meet with me as soon as we get to the arena this afternoon" she shrugged. "Your little meetings with Vince are becoming a habit. Something I should know, princess?" Dean asked smirking. Amber looked up from her cup of coffee, one eyebrow raised. Dean leaned forward in his chair, his elbow on the middle of the table. He turned his head to look around, and only his eyes returned to Amber before speaking. "You're not screwing the boss are you?" he whispered. Amber nearly choked on her coffee. "Oh my god, you're sick!" she said pushing his arm. He couldn't help but laugh. "We have to go back to the hotel and get the guys and then we'll head to the arena and you can have your little meeting with Mr. Boss Man", Dean said standing up. Amber shook her head and pushed him lightly.

Once at the arena Seth, Roman, and Dean walked with Amber to Mcmahon's office. "We're going to go get ready for our match tonight. You're accompanying us to the ring right?" he asked snaking his hands around her waist and interlocking his fingers, pulling her close to him. She nodded wrapping her arms around his neck; she wasn't even able to form words when he was that close to her. It drove her crazy. Dean smirked and kissed her, moving his hands down lower until they were resting on her ass. "Jesus, get a room", Seth said shielding his and Roman's eyes. Roman swatted his hand away and rolled his eyes. "Fuck you", Dean said shaking his head. "Anyways", he said turning back to Amber and pecking his lips to hers. "I'll see you later", he said walking to the locker room with Seth and Roman. "Well that was cute", Seth smirked. "Whatever Rollins", Dean said. "Na, man! Seriously!" Seth exclaimed excitedly. "I'm glad you finally talked to her." "Me too", Dean replied following Roman into the locker room.

Amber knocked on the door. "Come in", she heard a voice boom. As soon as she walked in the door her eyes locked on a familiar face sitting to the left of Vince. It was Shane Mcmahon. "Ah, Amber. Just the person I wanted to see. Take a seat, sweetheart." Vince instructed her. She did as she was asked, her eyes never leaving Shane. After the incident on her first day, she had an uneasy feeling about him being there. "I just wanted to inform you that Nikki and Brie Bella have been suspended until further notice." Vince told her. "Well what am I going to do until they come back? Surely my career isn't going to ride on them." Amber said. Vince chuckled, "No, no. Don't worry. You'll be in action. Creative is still in the process of writing up some kind of temporary feud and we'll be in touch with you when that all comes together. Until then, you'll just be accompanying The Shield to the ring." Amber sighed and nodded, and Vince dismissed her. Shane shot her an evil glare before she got up and walked out of the office.


FINALLY Dean and Amber had that talk, AND their first kiss. But Shane Mcmahon is back? That can only lead to trouble.