Sorry it took so long for me to update, my hard drive crashed three days ago and i lost everything. so i finally got some time to write just now. Then i couldnt really remember what this chapter was supposed to be but now here it is, hope you enjoy:)

"Stephanie please, I can't handle this, you have to stop."

He watched intently as her face twisted into a smile. She was perched in his lap, her red nails running through his long hair like wildfire. "Chris can you honestly tell me that you want me to get out of your lap right now?"

Chris looked down at her legs wrap around his waist then trailed his eyes back up, taking in every inch of her breath taking body. Of course he didn't, not at all...not even a little bit. What he really wanted to do was reach out and rip off the matching bra and panties she was wearing.

She had walked into his room in that and only that, he was surprised that she had the guts to stroll aimlessly through the hotel halls in next to nothing but he shouldn't have been. He knew Stephanie, so he should have expected nothing less from her. It was her method of seduction, and he loved it.

"Chris darling, you still haven't answered me." The brunette chimed in, moving her hands from his head to run them down his chest. "Do you really want me to get up? If you do I'll leave right now, no questions asked."

He thought again for a second before he responded, "Yes, I do want you to get up."

Bewildered she climbed off him, her smile fading away. She looked rather hurt and Chris thought it was so cute when she stepped towards the door. "But only so I can lay you down over there." He finished, watching her head swing around, the grin re-emerging on her gorgeous face as he pointed to the king sized bed. "I need you Stephanie McMahon, I can't live without you."

Then just when he was about to touch her he heard the phone ring.

Chris's eyes fluttered open, and he reached out for the phone in his groggy state. It was then that he realised he was completely alone...and he had been once again dreaming about Stephanie. "Great, just great...even when I fall asleep she haunts me."

He hit the little green button, not bothering to check the caller id. "Hello." He said slowly, trying to tear his mind away from the scantily glad vixen of his dream.

"Hey Chris, did I wake you?"

Her voice instantly registered in his mind and he didn't want her to feel bad for waking him, so he lied to her. She always felt bad for the littlest things, and he didn't want her profusely apologizing over nothing. "No Trish I was just resting my eye that's all, what's up?"

"Just wanted to check on you, you were acting kind of funny earlier so I just wanted to make sure everything was ok." She said sweetly.

He could picture her now, in her pyjamas with her hair down around her shoulders, twirling the phone cord in her hand. "I'm fine, was just a little wound up. Nothing to worry about, I'm fine now that I'm talking to you." Once the words left his lips he couldn't believe he was saying that to her, but he could practically hear her smiling and he made him smile.

"You're too sweet."

She might not think that if she knew what was really going on earlier, or what he was just dreaming about. "Well let's not go spreading that around, I do have an image to uphold." He said with a laugh.

He could hear her sigh on the other end of the line, "I promise I won't go tell your friends about how sweet you are."

His eyes moved to the clock that read three a.m., what was she doing up so late? And almost instantly he got an answer, "I have to admit I lied a little about why I called..."

"Oh yeah?"

"I was checking in to see if everything was ok...but I had more selfish reasons to pick up the phone." She admitted.

Well that certainly got his attention, Trish selfish? It just didn't fit. "I don't believe that."

Trish laughed lightly, "I really couldn't sleep. I was thinking about you, about us..." The blonde trailed off.

Did she just say us? Chris did think of her sort of as his girlfriend, but it was more of an assumption then anything else. They never officially declared themselves anything. She just seemed to enjoy his company and he in turn enjoyed hers.

"I think I'm falling in love with you Chris."

Her statement pulled him from his thoughts, and he almost dropped the cell phone from his hands. Maybe some people liked to throw around those words but he didn't. Saying that meant something to Chris, and he didn't know what to say back.

Luckily he didn't have to say anything at all because she just kept talking, "So I knew then why I couldn't sleep."

"Why?" He asked her, still taken back by her sudden admittance.

"Because I needed to say good night to you first." She responded.

He smiled when she didn't push him to say the same thing back to her that she had said, "Good night doll face."

"Goodnight Christopher."

The Winnipeg native hung up the phone not knowing what to do. He was still so shocked that in the short amount of time they had spent together Trish was sure that she was having strong feelings for him. Chris liked Trish, but he didn't think he loved her...at least not yet. There was one thing standing in the way of that, correction, one person. And he knew that if he didn't resolve things with Stephanie for good he wouldn't be able to move on.

But could he let go? He didn't know, but he did know one thing and that was that he had to try. Because he didn't want to hurt Trish, she deserved better.