"Aren't you going to get that?"

I turned my head toward him.

"There's someone at your door." Thank you for stating the obvious. The truth was, I didn't want to see her. I didn't want Randy to see what her presence could do to me. I love Randy. I want to be with Randy. Why can't I get rid of her? Why can't I get her out of my head?

"I'm not here," I concluded, wrapping my arms around him.

"Yes you are," he correct me.

My eyes narrowed. He wanted me to open the door. He wanted to see me with Leigh.

"Randy, I-"

"Go on, I'll be right here."

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"Why?"

"Randy," I whispered harshly, now suddenly paranoid that she might be able to hear us.

"What John?"

"You're in my bed, in only boxers, in the morning. What do you think that looks like?"

"Whatever it really was,"

I sighed in frustration. The knock persisted, "one second!" I called out. Then hushed my voice, "Randy, would you still be there in my bed if it were Paul on the other side of the door?"

"I would if it were Shawn," he crossed his arms.

"Randy, I'm pretty sure the last time I checked, Shawn's voice didn't suddenly jump 4 octaves higher!"

Randy looked away in annoyance. He wasn't moving. "Randy!" I whispered again, which was pretty loud.

"Fine!" He grabbed his clothes and stormed into the bathroom. Sighing, I went for the door, forgetting I was in my boxers, in only my boxers, not to mention a slight problem.

I swung the door open and my breath caught in my throat. She was stunning, as usually. I licked my lips unconsciously as my eyes traveled up her body.

"Good morning,"

" 'Morning," I mumbled.

"You look…bad, what's wrong?"

I sighed, she could always see right through me. "Nothing, woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

I was still holding the door, for some reason, I thought it if she could see the closed door of the bathroom then she could probably see through the door and tell that Randy was in my room.

"Can I come in?" She asked.

So sweet.

I glanced back down at her legs. So firm, so smooth in that hot sundress. I swallowed hard. "Um…actually no. I'm gonna try and get some more sleep."

"Please?" She smiled. So sexy.

I nodded. I couldn't say no. I let the door go and sat back on the bed.

"So, did you think about yesterday?"

"Yesterday?"

"Mmm hmm," when did she move to my side? I stiffened completely. Her breath on my neck made me freeze. No. No reaction. No reaction.

"N-n –no….I…I didn't,"

I stuttered.

Fuck.

She smiled sweetly, she placed a hand on the side of my cheek. I closed my eyes at the touch. "I thought I convinced you. I could convince you again,"

She leaned into me and I was still frozen. I couldn't move. Her lips grazed my and I instantly parted my lips.

"Am I convincing?"

She pressed her lips against mine. I moaned. Such soft lips.

Almost as soft as Randy's.

Randy.

Holy fuck.

I pulled away suddenly. Shit, shit!

"Um, I think you should go,"

"I don't,"

"Please, I don-"

She placed a finger on my lips silencing me. "Fine. I'll go, but don't think I won't try and…convince…you again, because I will. I love you,"

She leaned forward once more, and it took all my will power to turn away. She smiled, and nodded her head. She got up from the bed and walked to the door.

"I'll be waiting for you,"

I pursed my lips together and nodded. She closed the door. I sighed in relief. That was so close. I tried to catch my breath before I went to tell Randy it was okay to come out.

Instead, the door swung open, and a very agitated, might I add, dressed Randy stormed out of the bathroom.

My eyes widened. Had he heard? Oh shit no! It's not what it sounded like. God, she sounded so suggestive. Like we had actually done something. I didn't do anything. Practically…

"R-"

"Fuck you," he slammed the door behind him.