"Well, I'm sorry about your title. It's a weird feeling trying to cheer both you and Sasha on and to be happy and sad when the end of the match comes."

Becky heard Charlotte laugh on the other end of the phone, "If you think that's tough try being proud of a girl who just took your title, and try to have to look angry when Bayley makes her debut."

Becky chuckled, "Yeah, I can't keep a mean face when Bayley's around." She was laying outside in her swimsuit, having stayed at Dean's apartment that had a pool for the weekend because it was within driving distance of Smackdown. She had just watched RAW last night and seen Charlotte lose her title to Sasha. She'd texted Sasha her congrats, but had waited until this morning to call Charlotte and tell her how great a match she had. She was close to Bayley and Sasha, but Charlotte was her best friend whom she was now separated from by the draft so maybe she got preferential treatment.

Becky was about to say something when she heard the door to Dean's house open. Dean poked his head out and looked around. His hair was wet from just being in the shower. The same shower that Becky won the right to have first this morning. He looked everywhere until his eyes locked on her. She smiled at him, getting ready to respond to Charlotte's description of the match, but then he stepped out of the doorway. He was in only a towel, tucked in at his hips and holding a water bottle for her. He set it down on the small table next to the chair where she was sunning herself and winked at her. Then walked right back the way he came and closed the door.

Becky felt her heart beating rather fast, and she felt hot on the inside from something other than the sun. She took the water bottle and touched it to her forehead trying to cool herself off.

"Becky?"

"Huh, oh sorry Charlotte. Dean just got out of the shower and came out here and was being… annoying." She felt her breath hitch when a mental image of him in just a towel flashed through her mind again.

"Oh, how are you two doing anyway?" Charlotte had been there when Dean had first asked her out. Back then she thought Dean was a suave, confident man, coming up to her while she was with Charlotte and asking her on a date. It was bold. But it turns out he was super nervous and Charlotte had seen them staring longingly at each other long enough that she had encouraged/threatened him to ask Becky out. It was a funny story that Dean hated, but Becky thought was the cutest and best story ever. When you had a goofy boyfriend and a great best friend, life was pretty good.

"We're doing great." She said with a grin, thinking about how in love they were. "His house is way better than mine. Florida is so muggy, that you feel terrible going outside some of the time. It's a dry heat here and I can spend all day by the pool if I want. Sadly I only get this morning cause we have to head to Smackdown…" Her eyes drifted again as the door opened and Dean came walking right out. He had athletic shorts on, much to her disappointment, but no shirt on and he leaned over and began to stretch. The towel around his neck, telling her he was going to work out right in front of her today.

She watched him lean side to side, his back muscles shifting pleasantly in her view. She barely registered her sunglasses sliding down her nose, giving her the unshaded view. His hair was tucked into a baseball cap as he began doing jump squats. His back was to her giving her a great view of his ass. He went right from jump squats to burpees, his biceps and arms looking delicious in the push up position.

"BECKY!"

She snapped back to reality and blushed. How had he distracted her that bad she couldn't hear her best friend screaming to her on the other line. "Sorry! What were you saying?"

"I wasn't saying anything, you were the one talking." Charlotte sounded really annoyed.

"I'm sorry. Dean came out here and started exercising and-"

"I thought you said he just got out of the shower… why… oh."

"Oh, what?" Becky felt confused.

"Nothing, just your silences are making a lot more sense now." She sounded really smug and like she was almost laughing on the other side of the phone and Becky was still just as confused. Charlotte hummed, "What's he doing now?"

"Well he's doing…" She looked over to see Dean leaned up against the fence doing handstand push-ups and showing off his amazing chest. Becky didn't even register the click of the line going dead between her and Charlotte or the quiet laugh from her friend right before it happened. She was too busy watching him move slowly up and down with grunts of effort and seeing a light sheen of sweat across his skin. He dismounted gracefully and walked up to her. She numbly watched him walk up to her, towel drying himself.

When he reached her he looked down with a smirk. "Done on the phone?"

It was that moment she realized Charlotte had hung up and glared at her phone. How rude could someone be? She was still stuttering for any words, but before she could speak, Dean leaned down and wiped some drool off the side of her mouth. He winked at her with a knowing smile. "Now that you're not busy, wanna go for a quick swim before we get in the car?"

"But you don't have swim trunks on…?" She was still gathering her wits as well as trying to fight off a blush that was still on her face for literally drooling over him.

He hummed and tilted his head sideways, "Wasn't really planning on wearing any." He then turned his back and started to head towards the pool.

Becky immediately felt that heat in her stomach again and the tingling in her toes. She watched him go until her phone buzzed signaling she had received a text. It was from Charlotte. "Have fun ;)" was all it said and Becky looked back at the pool and lost all coherent thought what she saw there.

It wouldn't be until halfway to the next town where Smackdown was located that she realized what truly happened. And given how things had ended up, she could really only pretend to be mad at him.