Joey groaned out loud as her head banged against the board of the bed. It was an odd mix of pleasure and discomfort, which had seemed to sum up the night thus far. Sex with her boyfriend Stu Bennett had always been great and it had always been intense but that evening it had been taken to another level. His passion for her had been unbridled, a notion she had initially found quite alluring and sexy. From the moment she had arrived in his hotel room, there had been no time for greetings, small talk, or even foreplay for that matter. He had charged right at her like a raging bull, ripping the buttons right off her blouse with his right hand and severing the zipper to her jeans with his left. He had scooped her up in his strong arms before dumping her on the bed and literally collapsing right on top of her. He had devoured her lips, face, neck, and breasts with kisses and nips before prying her thighs apart with his knee and thrusting himself widly inside of her. Throughout the course of the night, she had tried to slow it down, tried to whisper in his ear, tried to change positions but it had been of no use. Stu was in control and he wanted her to know that. He continued to plunge deeper inside of her, his face now buried in the pillow that muffled his low grunts. One arm was wrapped securely around her core while the other hand kept a locked grip around her throat. It wasn't to hurt her but she had never seen him take charge like that in bed before. It was scary, confusing, and thrilling all at the same time.

"I love you," she whimpered, nails lightly raking against his strong shoulder blades.

He didn't respond verbally. Instead he raised up on the balls of both fists, pumping forcefully into her body one last time before pulling out and after giving himself a few strokes, he climaxed, releasing his man juices all over her stomach and private area. When he was done, he gave a satisfied smirk, reaching for a towel and wiping himself dry before heading into the bathroom. Seconds later, she heard the shower running. Joey sat still for a minute. She had always been on birth control so the two had never bothered with additional protection before but he had always released inside of her. The new and unexpected ending had made her feel cheap and used. Taking a minute or two to get herself together, she cleaned up before walking into the bathroom and quietly climbing in the shower with him.

"Pass the shampoo, love," he said in a normal voice.

Joey did as she was told although she was trembling on the outside.

"Is that all you can say?" she finally asked after a few minutes.

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about. Jesus, Stu, what was that?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"In there," she wrapped her arms around herself. "What you just did…"

"Are you referring to our lovemaking?"

"If that's what you want to call it," she scoffed.

"Thought I'd change things around a bit, what do the Americans say…spice it up a little. I'm actually surprised to see you here."

"What did you think I was going to do? That was disgusting," Joey cringed. "I need to wash off."

Stu just grinned.

"I was hoping you'd take my little surprise back downstairs to that pathetic waste of skin…"

"See? I knew it. I knew what that was all about. The rough sex, marking your territory like a common dog? It's about Heath."

"Don't mention his name, Johana."

"What? I don't get why you have a reason to be so upset."

"I don't have a reason to be upset?" he turned to her. "You leave here and go back to another man's bed and I don't have a reason to be upset?"

"First of all, Heath and I do not and have not shared a bed. Yes, we do share a room but that is all your fault because of you and your big mouth putting the word out that he and I are the newest WWE super couple."

"Johana…"

"And second of all, considering you have a wife…you have no room to talk about sharing beds with other people."

"I told you I have moved into the guest room" he said through pursed lips.

"Whatever. And third, Heath is your friend. He didn't do anything wrong and you have no reason to be mad at him. He is the one who has had his whole life turned upside down being dragged into this messy drama. The guy is actually doing us a favor and now it's like you want to punish him for it. That is not fair, Stu, and you know it. Heath is a good guy. You guys came up in FCW together and you did NXT and now the Nexus …you've shared a lot and now you're willing to turn your back on that because you're jealous?"

Shaking her head in disbelief, she reached for a towel but he grabbed her arm.

"I don't like it, you going back and being in the same room with him every night."

"Well, I don't like it and Heath isn't exactly a fan either. If this little situation is too close for comfort, you have only yourself to thank."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving."

"Don't go," he said in a quiet voice.

"Stu!"

He released his grip on her arm and met her eyes with his own.

"Don't go," he repeated.

Joey bit at her lip.

"God, why do you always do this to me?" she wandered out loud. "Why do I let you do this to me?"

He grinned as he sauntered over to her dripping wet.

"Because I am charming and excitable and you love me."

She tried not to smile but it was an impossible feat as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his masculine chest that still smelled like body wash.

"I do love you," she looked up at him.

"You too," he said. "And I apologize if I got carried away in the bedroom. Primal instinct took over and I was hellbent on declaring and protecting what is mine."

"I am yours. You and I know that. Heath knows that."

"And pretty soon everyone will know that."

"Did you mean what you said?" she cocked her head up at him.

"What?"

"Are you really sleeping in the guest room, like for real this time?"

"I am."

"I love you," she gushed. "I mean that. I don't think you know how much I mean that. Sometimes it is even scary for me to admit just how much you mean to me. I just want to be with you. I'm so sick of hiding. I don't want to go downstairs to Heath's room. I want to stay here with you in your, our, room. I want to make love to you and be able to walk out in public on your arm."

"I want those things too, love."

"Then why can't we have them? It's not fair."

"It's not but those are the cards we were dealt."

She opened her mouth to protest but there was no use. It was an impossible situation and all she could do was let him hold her and enjoy the time fleeting time in his arms. Soon it would be time to go. After a few more stolen moments in the shower, the pair toweled off and she quietly lay in his arms for an hour or so on the bed until it was time to leave. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her face, she forced herself from his embrace. With one last kiss, she opened the door and checked the hall to make sure it was empty. When it was, she scooted off to the elevator for the short ride three floors down to where she was resistered with Heath Miller. Putting her hands in the pockets of her jeans, she cursed to herself when she realized that in her haste and excitement to see Stu, she had completely fogotten to bring her room key with her. Knocking softly, she tried to get her roommate's attention.

"Heath," she whispered loudly after a few minutes.

She heard footsteps coming towards her and the door swung open. The room was dark and Heath was wordless.

"Dude, if we're gonna keep at this arrangement, we're gonna have to establish some ground rules, like right now, naw mean? You've got to remember your key from now on," he finally spoke, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"Sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, Joey. Damn, girl. Like every time we get a room, you always sneak out to see Stu and you forget your key card every time and since there's no use in me going out, I am bored and stuck in this stupid room so I go to sleep and damn if you don't ruin that for me."

"Okay, Heath. Geez. You don't have to be so mean."

"Don't start."

"I'm not. I just feel bad enough about this situation and you always go and make it worse. Can you lay off, please?"

"Whatever. Look, I am not gonna argue with you about this right now. It's late and this is pointless anyway. I'm going back to bed."

"Fine," she mumbled underneath her breath.

"Fine," he repeated a little louder.

He climbed back into bed, crawling underneath the covers as he buried his face in the pillow. All he wanted was the nightmare that was consuming his life to be over. A few feet away, Joey quietly pulled the extra blanket out of one of the drawers and made a makeshift pallet on the floor, curling up using the crook of her arm as a pillow. The light from the moon and the city cast a glow inside the room and Heath could see her on the floor. As mad as he was, the last thing he wanted was to feel sorry for her but he couldn't help it. She looked too pitiful.

"Heath, I'm really sorry…about all this, okay?"

"Joey, you can't sleep on the floor," he ignored her apology.

"It's alright."

"No, it's not. Look, I'm gonna call downstairs to see if they can bring up one of those rollaway cots or something."

"No!"

"Joey…"

"That'll look suspicious and it's way too risky. It could be traced and then people will start asking questions and…"

"Okay, okay, okay. Relax. It was just an idea."

"I'm fine."

"Look…this bed is huge. Both of us could…"

"No. No way. Stu would have a fit."

"How is Stu gonna know?"

"Stu and I don't have secrets, besides I would know and it just wouldn't feel right. I promised him I would never share a bed with you."

"Jesus Christ!"

"Just go to sleep, Heath. I'm okay. Seriously."

But it wasn't okay. None of it was okay. He closed his eyes and prayed for sleep but it wouldn't come. The situation and especially Joey exasperated him way too much for that. Even though she had brought the whole mess on herself, he felt bad. The thought had been weighing heavily on his mind even though he tried to fight it. The Southern gentleman in him just couldn't let a woman, any woman sleep on a cold, dirty floor while he was afforded the luxury of a soft, warm bed. Cursing out loud, he swung his long legs over the side and stood.

"Get in," he commanded.

"What?" she sat up.

"You heard me. You can have the bed."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll sleep on the floor."

"No. Heath, come on. I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering so hurry up before I change my mind," he grumbled.

"Thank you," she sighed. "You're a nice guy."

They switched places and instantly he regretted it.

"Yeah? Well my mama would have a fit if she knew I let a female sleep on the floor. I was raised better than that."

"Your mother raised a good man," Joey said softly. "Are you…you gonna be okay?"

"I'm alright."

A million thoughts raced through her mind. Joey kept feeling the need to apologize even though she knew the words did no good.

"Heath?"

"What?" he asked in an annoyed voice.

Joey took a deep breath.

"Here," she said passing him a pillow.

"Thanks," he said in a voice barely audible.

"Good night."

Heath looked up at the ceiling. The floor was hard and was killing his already sore back. He was in a pissed off mood and everything just all around sucked.

"Yeah…night."

It was night alright but he was having a hard time finding anything good about it.