AN: I'm so sorry for the delay in getting the next chapter out again! So here's a long chapter to make up for it! Thank you so much for the reviews MyTimeIsNow, TheRealChamps, and TrishOrton! You guys are awesome! Well, here's the next chapter ! Remember, reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading guys! Enjoy! :)

Chapter 14

Trish decided to keep herself busy and productive on her time off. She spent all of her Tuesday catching up on the house work and laundry she had been meaning to do. By the time Tuesday evening came, she was spent. John did however call Trish and they made plans to see each other on Wednesday after John was done work. She hadn't seen or heard from Jason since they're last encounter, and she was happy about that. Things in Trish's life were finally starting to settle down and feel normal; she liked it.

At about 5:45 Trish decided to start getting ready since John said he'd be there at 7. She took her shower and shaved, then headed to her room to find something to wear. She began rummaging through her drawers and closet. After a few minutes of looking she realized John had never told her where they were going or what they doing, so she didn't know how to dress. She walked over to her bed and down. She reached over, grabbed her phone, and shot John a quick text.

Hey, you never told me where we were going or what we were doing so I don't know how to dress for tonight? – T

She tossed her phone next to her on the bed and patiently waited for John's response. A few seconds later her phone went off.

Hmm… What do I want you to wear? Do you really want me to tell you what I want you to wear? ;) – J

What should I wear so that I'm dressed appropriately for tonight? Is that better? – T

Oh yes. This conversation keeps getting better and better! – J

Trish chuckled to herself at John's answer.

I should have known that's how you'd answer – T

I'm sure whatever you decide to wear will look gorgeous – J

Trish rolled her eyes at his response.

That's not much help Cena. I need to know how to dress. Am I dressing for ballroom dancing or sweats and a t-shirt? – T

Well you know it's definitely not ballroom dancing, I've got two left feet – J

Good answer… Still not helping… - T

I know. See you soon :-P – J

Trish rolled her eyes again and sighed. She placed her phone back on her bedside table and walked back over to her closet. He's so helpful… I guess some things don't change, she thought to herself with a chuckle.

After trying on a few dresses, skirts, shorts, and disapproving of them all, she decided on a pair of white capri pants that buttoned down the fly that she paired with a turquoise camisole. The camisole was a two layer shirt, the top was a sheer fabric and the layer underneath was solid. The top of the shirt fit snug to her chest and the sheer layer flowed freely beneath her bust. She thought about putting her hair up, but remembered John liked her hair down and decided against it. She swept a shimmery soft silver eye shadow over both of her eyelids, and then topped it off with back eyeliner and mascara. She took a long look in the mirror, trying to decide if she liked what she saw.

"Trish… John is here."

Chrissy's voice calling to her from the living room snapped her out of her internal debate. She glanced at the clock. It read 6:50. She quickly went to her closet and pulled out a pair of white flats and slid them on. She grabbed her phone and hurried down the hall. She turned into the living room and her stomach immediately flooded with butterflies. She took a moment to take him in silently as he talked to Chrissy. He was wearing a pair of jean shorts and a blue polo shirt. The color of his shirt made his icy blue eyes appear even lighter than they normally were. He looks so… So good, she thought to herself.

John caught a glimpse of her out the corner of his eye and turned around to see her. A big smile spread across his lips. "Hey." He walked across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in for a hug.

She smiled back at him. "Hey."

"I didn't mean to rush you; did you need more time to finish getting ready?"

"Oh no, I was ready. I'm just not used to a guy being on time. Jason was…" Trish realized what she was saying and stopped talking, diverting her eyes away from his.

John hooked a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to look at him. "I'm not Jason."

"I know. I'm sorry. I should…"

"It's okay," he cut her off. "How about we get goin'?" Trish nodded and followed John to the door.

"See you guys later," Chrissy called from the kitchen.

"Bye," they called back to Chrissy as they headed out the door.

John took Trish to a casual dinner at Bern's Steak House. Conversation between them flowed freely. It almost felt like old times. Trish decided she was going to get John back for paying the bill sneakily. After dinner Trish excused herself from the table to go to the ladies room. On her way, she pulled their server aside and paid the bill without John knowing and then instructed the server to bring the receipt to the table while she was in the bathroom.

"I can't believe you did that," John complained as they walked back to his car.

"Ha! Gotcha back for the last time we went to dinner!"

John scoffed as he reached over to open the door for her. "Oh you think that's funny do you?"

"I do," Trish grinned back at him.

"Well I don't but that's okay. You can have your laugh now. There will be more dinners to pay for and I'll just get you back then," he said nonchalantly and quickly closed the door before she could respond.

"Challenge accepted," she answered with a laugh.

John placed his key in the ignition then turned to Trish. "So, what do you wanna do now?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?"

"Ummm," John paused for a minute to think. "I don't know. We can go mini golfing, to the movies, the beach, a walk… We could go back to your place? We can go back to my house and swim, sit on the patio and talk, put in a DVD?"

"That sounds good."

John chuckled. "That's not any help."

"I know," Trish answered with a grin.

"Fine. I'll decide." John turned the key and started the car.

About 30 minutes later John pulled up out front of the house he and Randy shared. He parked and turned off the car then turned to Trish. "You didn't decide so I decided we'd go back to my house and watch a movie."

John got out and walked around the car to the passenger's side door. He opened it for Trish and extended his hand to help her out. When she was out, he closed the car door and locked the doors. He took advantage of her hand being in his and interlaced his fingers with his as he led her to the front door. When he got to the door, he unlocked it and pushed it open, and proceeded inside with her tagging along behind.

As John led Trish through the foyer, he could hear the TV in the living room. What the hell his Randy doing home? I thought he said he was going out with Chrissy tonight, John thought to himself. When John walked into the living room he saw Mike stretched out on the couch, half asleep.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing here?" John asked surprised.

Mike quickly snapped awake and sat up on the couch. "Oh hey." Mike rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned. "Maryse and I got into a fight. She kicked me out of the house and I came and crashed here."

"Did Randy let you in?" John questioned.

"Randy wasn't here when I got her. I pushed open the kitchen window and crawled in like I always do."

"I'm going to have to talk to Randy about getting those bars on the windows," John said shaking his head. "We… Uh… We came back here to watch a movie."

Mike yawned again as he laid back down on the couch. "That's cool. Go right ahead."

John's jaw tightened slightly with agitation. "Alone…"

"You're fine. Watch whatever you'd like. You won't even… Know… I'm… Here…" Mike answered sleepily.

John turned to Trish. "Well, it looks like we'll have to watch a movie in my room."

"If I didn't know you better Cena, I'd say you set this up… Oh wait… I do know you…"

John gasped and faked a look of shock. "What? Me?"

Trish chuckled and lightly punched him in the ribs with the hand he still held his. "Yes you."

"No seriously. I didn't plan this but if you want to leave, I'll take you home," he answered with a pout.

Trish could feel the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. She knew she had no chance of resisting him. "No, I don't want to leave."

He smiled at her. "Good." He turned to face the steps and nodded his head gesturing for her to follow him.

He led her up the steps and down the hallway to his room. He opened the door and slid his hand up the wall until he found the light switch and turned on the light. He gestured for her to proceed in. She walked in and looked around. His room was very neat. His bed looked large and comfortable. It had a black comforter on it and matching sheets. There were two bedside tables, one on each side of the bed and one had a lamp on top of it. He had a long dresser against the wall that started under the light switch and it ran about halfway down the wall with a mirror on top. He had a flat screen TV mounted to the wall directly across from his bed.

"You can sit down if you want," John offered as he kicked his shoes off. After he took his shoes off, he walked over to the lamp next to his bed and turned it on. He then walked back to the switch on the wall, turned it off, and then walked back to his bed and sat down. "So are you gonna stand there all night?"

He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him. He released her hand and placed both of his hands on her hips, giving her one more tug and bringing her just a step closer to him. He looked up at her and smiled.

"Thank you," he told her softly.

"Thank you?" she repeated, confused.

"Yes… Thank you."

"For what?" she asked, still confused.

"Thank you for giving me chance to…" he trailed off, searching for the right words to say. "… to make a second impression. I know my first one wasn't so great."

She chuckled. "It was at first… It's the end that wasn't so great."

John frowned. "I know… I can't even tell you how many times I've thought about it… Kicked myself for it… Seen your face that day in the hallway… Regretted it…" he said nearly whispering the last part, diverting his eyes from hers.

"John… That was a long time ago. We were both young and dumb then." He didn't answer, he just scoffed. She took her small hands and placed them on either side of his face and tilted his head up to look at her. "That was then…"

He smiled up at her causing him to smile back at him. He slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He lingered there, running his tongue along her bottom lip, trying to test the waters. Her hips felt like they were on fire where his hands were and her lips tingled from his tongue. The sensations he was creating overwhelmed her. Her body went on autopilot and her lips parted for him. He slid his tongue into her mouth, wrestling with hers for dominance. She finally got the better of him and sucked gently on his tongue. He tightened his grip on her hips. He couldn't stop himself from wondering if she remembered how much that drove him crazy.

With a grunt he stood up, not breaking their kiss and picked her up off her feet. She mindlessly wrapped her legs around his waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck and their tongues continued their dance. He shifted her weight to one arm and used his free arm to steady himself as he lowered her to the bed. He broke their kiss and quickly refocused his attention to her neck. He gently nipped at her soft flesh causing her to shudder under him. He smiled into her neck at her response. He decided to continue his torture on her neck and traced a line with his tongue from the base of her neck up her favorite spot behind her ear. When he reached his destination he sucked gently at first causing a soft moan to escape her lips.

"Mmmm," he murmured. "You still like that?"

"Mhmm," was all she could muster as she nodded her head.

He returned his attention her neck and sucked on the same spot, harder this time causing her hips to buck towards him. Her entire body now felt like it was on fire; her every nerve ending was tingling from head to toe. She couldn't stop herself from digging her nails into his back as he continued his assault on her neck; nipping, sucking and kissing. He slightly shifted his weight on top of her so he could gain better access to her ear. She could now fully feel the effects this was having on him now pressing against her belly.

She slid her hands under his shirt and ran her hands up his back. She could feel his muscles tensing and flexing under her fingers as he moved on top of her. John finally became aware of the situation and pulled his lips away from her neck. He rolled off of her with a sigh, interlacing his fingers as he put his arms under his head and stared up at the ceiling. Trish turned her head to look at him, confused by his actions.

"Damn it woman!" he playfully scolded with a half smile.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He rolled over to his side to face her. "Do something wrong?" he repeated with a chuckle. "No, you definitely didn't so anything wrong."

"So?..." she trailed off.

"I'm trying to take things… slow. To see what happens, like we discussed. It's just a little more difficult than I expected. I really just want to throw you back down on my bed and have my way with you to be honest."

She giggled at his honesty. "Well, since we're being honest… I want you to throw me back down on your bed and have your way with me."

He rolled over to his back, grabbed a pillow, placed it over his face, and groaned loudly into it. "You're really not making this any easier on me!"

"I know," she answered with a grin as she pulled the pillow away from his face. "So how about we watch that movie then?"

When the movie was over, John reluctantly took Trish home. He wanted her to stay with him all night, but he knew that wasn't a good idea right now. After getting to her apartment, he walked her to the door and gave her a soft peck on the lips before he left. He told her he would let her know when he got home and she closed the front door and locked it. She felt like she was walking on air and entirely too amped up to go to sleep. She decided to turn the TV on in the living room and try to wind down. About ten minutes later, she heard the doorbell ring. She smiled to herself as she got up to answer the door.

She pulled the door with a big smile. Her smile quickly faded when she saw who was on the other side of her door. Her mouth hung slightly open, still in shock.

"Jason…"