Randy felt like a lucky man. At first it had only been supposed to be those two days, but Roman was so convinced she was cheating that he kept avoiding her. Roman's stubbornness had worked perfectly for Randy. For three weeks he had been traveling with her, rooming with her, and having her in his house. Only problem was that he was no longer just crushing on her. He was in love with her.
"So I was thinking we could watch..." He stopped himself.
It was Sunday evening, and he had just taken a shower after the house show. Normally they would watch something before going to sleep. The look on her face let him know that whatever he had been planning was going to wait. She sat with her phone in her hand and looked at him.
"Roman called," she said.
"And?" He asked.
"He asked me to come by his room to talk," she answered.
He nodded and grabbed a tee from his suitcase. He suddenly felt naked in his boxers even though she had seen him like that every night.
"You should go," he said.
"Randy," she sighed.
"No, really, you should go and talk to him. See if you can work things out," he said.
He couldn't look at her. He didn't want her to see his face and the true feelings in his eyes. Instead he pretended to look for something in his suitcase. He heard her leave the bed and walk towards the door.
"I don't know when I'll be back," she said.
"It's fine. I'll watch a movie or something, and then I'll go to bed. Don't worry about me. I'm gonna be fine without you," he said.
He was lying to himself and to her, but he couldn't tell her how he felt. Not now. It would be a pressure on her that she didn't deserve. She hadn't asked for him to start feeling things. He always knew Roman was her boyfriend even though he hadn't acted like it for three weeks. And she sure hadn't seemed like she missed Roman either. He heard the door open and close, and he sat down on the floor, staring into the wall.
"God damn it, Jacey!" He muttered to himself. "Why did I have to fall in love with you?"
Jacey knocked on Roman's hotel room. It felt weird to knock to be let into a room they were supposed to be sharing. He opened the door, and she looked at the man she was supposed to be in a relationship with.
"Come in," he said.
She walked into the room, and he closed the door behind her.
"So," he ran a hand over his head nervously. "Dean told me today."
"Told you what?" She asked.
"About Renee and the baby three weeks ago," he answered.
"So now you believe me?" She asked.
"Yes, I do. So what do you say we forget these last three weeks and start over? Maybe we can plan a trip to Hawaii or something?" He asked.
"Just like that?" She asked. "You're not even gonna give me a real apology."
"To be fair, you did lie to me first," he said.
"I don't believe this," she muttered.
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
"I love you, Jacey," he said.
He kissed her, and for a few seconds she allowed it. There was a time she would melt in his arms, but now she wanted out of them. She pushed her way out of his arms and shook her head.
"What is it?" He asked.
"I can't do this," she answered.
"Really? You're gonna be a bitch about it now?" He asked.
"You suck at apologies, you know that?" She snapped.
"Whatever! Let's just sit down and talk, or whatever you wanna do. I'm over these last three weeks, and so should you be," he said.
"It's so easy for you to say," she said. "Do you even care where I've been these last three weeks? You sent me out on the streets in the middle of the night."
"You either stop being a bitch, or you get out!" He growled.
"You're the bitch!" She shouted.
She stormed out of his room, down the stairs, and out of the hotel. She needed some air to clear her mind. Her walk took her into a Walmart. There wasn't many people in there this late, and she walked aimlessly around until one item caught her attention. Suddenly it was all clear to her. She grabbed the item and ran to the check out line before running back to the hotel.
"Randy!" She burst through the door.
"What?" He looked at her.
He sat on the bed in boxers, and the tv running.
"Remember when you said you wanted to cover me in whipped cream and lick it off?" She asked.
"Still fantasizing about it," he grinned.
She threw a bottle of whipped cream to him.
"Better make fucking good on that promise," she said.
"Are you for real right now?" He asked.
"Do you want me, Randy?" She asked. "Because I want you."
He stood up from the bed, hooked an arm around her waist, and crashed his lips down on hers. He kissed the living daylight out of her before moving his mouth to her ear.
"I want you naked on that bed in 30 seconds!" He growled in lust, and shook the bottle of whipped cream. "And you're not getting up until this bottle is empty!"