There he sits. Beautiful golden locks around his shoulders, tight leather pants showing off his fantastic ass.
It's a real shame I didn't get to see him much in the past. He was always doing something.
I've only talked to him once, but I love his accent.
Only a few people here have an accent like his. It is deep and strong. But I can understand everything he says.
Every once and a while, he looks my way and sees me staring at him. I think he knows about me.
I told Vince I need a change of scenery. He said starting next week, I am on Smackdown.
I heard my one and only- that's what I'll call him, my only- saying he was planning on tag teaming, but was having trouble finding a partner.
This could be my chance.
He's walking over here. He looks nervous.
He says he has been fighting something for some time, but he had accepted the truth. He is in love with someone, but doesn't know how to tell the person.
I told him he shouldn't be afraid of his feelings and that he should tell the person.
And then I aid if he ever needed to talk, I'd be there to listen.
I think my heart just stopped. I am the one he likes! God must really love me.
He started to apologize and tried to leave, but I stopped him. I pulled away again, and I did the only thing I could think of, I kissed him.
He didn't resist. I felt a fire raging in me. I know that he is the One.
That night, before bed, I whispered to him. "I love you Shannon. I always have."