The next morning I woke early, not wanting to wake my newfound... boyfriend? Partner? I don't know. That's something we'd discuss later. I grabbed my mask from the table and put it on, before heading downstairs to the small cafe in the lobby downstairs.

I ordered two coffees to yet another shocked face. I couldn't tell if it was the mask, my voice... or maybe , I can tell if someone is a fan, if they're scared by the mask or not, but even a fan would freak out at my voice.

I paid and went over to a table, and sat with my back to the lobby. A hand grasped my shoulder, tightly. "You weren't in your room last night." Shit. Mark. "You were with him, weren't you?" He asked in disgust.

"You gave him a concussion." I replied, simply.

"He's got you talking too? Did I give you permission to speak, boy?" He yelled, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. I shook my head no. "I don't want to hear that shit again. And next time you're supposed to be in your fucking room, you will be there. You got me?" I shook my head yes as he pulled my hair harder. "Good. Now be there tonight... or your little buddy will regret it. You understand?" I nodded again and he released my hair.

They called my order and I ran up there as quickly as possible. By the time I turned around he was gone. Damn it. I was going to have to, I knew it. It was one thing to hurt me, but I couldn't have him hurt Sean. Not like that...

I went back to the room and put the drinks down on the desk. I was nervous about tonight... I was nervous about what would happen when Sean woke up. I tore off my mask and drank down the hot liquid. At least I had, until he began stirring, moaning in his sleep... a huge bulge of morning wood in his pants. His hand travelled down and down, slowly, before finally cupping it and rubbing it lightly. A bit of me wanted to go and help him out, but I wasn't sure how he felt about this. For all I know, he could have just gotten a bad hit on the head and everything would be different when he woke up.

His hand went inside his shorts, grabbing at his huge member. "Mmm... Kane." He moaned lightly. So lightly I could barely hear it, but I did. I know I did. Now with some confirmation, I smiled and laid down next to him, grabbing the outside of his shorts and planting soft kisses on his neck. I rubbed lightly and he moaned, just as his eyes flickered open, slowly. His bright smile instantly gave me butterflies in my stomach. "Mmm... morning, baby. What time is it?" He asked.

"About 8:30." I replied, before asking nervously, "So... I gotta ask... any second thoughts this morning?"

"A few..." He said, and I tensed instantly. He's gonna change his mind. Oh no! "I regret all the things I couldn't do to you because of this damn concussion." He added, lips against my neck. My body relaxed. I was so glad he didn't want to run screaming like I somehow pictured in my head.

A light tapping at the door drew us both back into reality somewhat. I dashed to the desk and threw on my mask quickly, before answering the door. It was Jesse. "Hey! How are you feeling today?" He asked, as I handed Sean his coffee.

"Fabulous." He replied, smiling at me so big and so cheesily, I couldn't help but smile back. Not that they could notice, anyway...

Jesse noticed the difference though and smiled as well. He knew something had changed, something good. "Fabulous, huh? No headache? That's a surprise."

"No, I feel like a million bucks." He beamed, taking a sip of his coffee. "Dude! This is the kind I drink. How'd you know?"

"Same as mine." I replied, sitting back next to him on the bed. He said a thankyou followed by a kiss on my shoulder, closer toward my neck. Thank God for the mask, or they would see the blush instantly stain my cheeks.

"Thank God of you nutted up and said something already. Seriously, it was getting ridiculous, y'all." Jesse exclaimed with a chuckle. Sean's fingers tangled mine, as my other arm went around his waist. I really hoped that Jesse wouldn't tell anyone, but by how well he kept my secret and I assume Sean's as well, I think we could trust him.

I also didn't know how comfortable I was in front of other people yet. And I really didn't want Mark to find out. Oh god! What would he do to me? To Sean? I didn't even want to think about it... But how is that something that you'd bring up casually? 'Hey, I don't want my brother to find out we're together, because he'll...' God! I shuttered just thinking about it! I shuttered even worse thinking about tonight.

"So what's the new lovebirds up to today?"

"You know, doctor's orders." Sean replied, "Stay in bed, plenty of fluids."

I heard him, say, jokingly, "Gonna hit that shiznit dog-gee style!"

"And hopefully, many other positions too." Sean added.

I threw my hands up and headed to the bathroom, not wanting to be a part of that conversation, really. Done quickly, I noticed I had left the door cracked open in a rush. I went to leave, when I heard them whispering.

"How did this even happen?"

"Well, when I woke up at the hospital, he was holding my hand and crying. But really it was because I taped RAW last night and I saw when he was grabbing me outta the ring... when he fell to his knees, that... sound. It was agony, dude." He replied, "But I saw that and I just knew, you know? I knew he had to love me too. How else could someone be in that much pain, just because I was, you know?"

He smiled, and replied, "Yeah, he was pretty broken up when they were taking you away. He even talked to me, man!" He paused, before asking, letting curiousity get the better of him, "So have you seen him without the mask yet?" To which Sean replied with a nod. "And you still want the guy? Cuz, no offense to the dude, but... burns are nasty."

I didn't know Jesse that well, but I still felt a pang of betrayal when he said that. I almost shut the door, because of it, but I just had to hear Sean's response.

"Burns are bad, man. But I don't give a fuck. It doesn't bother me." He said, "And honestly, I don't even know why he wears the damn thing! He's got scars around his right eye, but that's it! His legs are where it's worse, but... I mean, it didn't burn his dick off, so who cares?" I blushed not sure whether to be more touched from the first half of the comment or slightly offended by the last half.

"You saw it? What's it like?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.

"Let's just say... they don't call him the Big Red Machine for nothing." He replied. I laughed at the two, gossiping like two old ladies.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't know how to live without a mask. I had worn one so long. Besides, if Mark saw me in public without one... I know there would be hell to pay.