Hello, lovely readers!

Hope you are all well. I will try and get another update out before Christmas, but I can't promise anything. Christmas is literally my most favourite time of the year, so I want to do lots of Christmassy things, wrapping and spending time with my boyfriend, family and friends this week. I'll do what I can, but if I can't get another update out, I just wanna say a huge Merry Christmas to all my lovely readers.

Raquel the writer – Thank you

Haha95 – I'm such a tease.

Seth Rollins babe – We will soon see…

Tantoune – It's something he needed to tell her, especially with how long he'd held it in. I love a good cliffhanger, but we will see what happens now

Beautifultragedyxxx – Dean goes two ways. He either flips out or acts totally cold and distant. Seems Holly got the latter. It was a horrible ending for him though, so we will see what happens.

Dutchangel1979 – I would love to be his nurse too! Any day, any place, any time!

AKABlossom – Sorry for keeping you in suspense. We'll see if he' okay this chapter

ThatGirl54 – Aw thank you! Welcome to my little story. I hope you enjoy the ride.

Irishblue69 – Thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it.

Calwitch – I agree, he cant force her feelings, especially when she's forming feelings for someone else. Randy has to accept it regardless as she clearly does not feel the same. As for Dean, we will find out now what will happen after that ladder match.

This chapter is named after 'Too Close' by Alex Clare

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

Thankfully Dean's injuries weren't life threatening or career threatening. Whilst he had landed awkwardly on the ladder fortunately there were no broken bones, just a few pulled muscles and a very sore and aching back. It turned out Dean was made of some pretty strong stuff, and all those years of violent wrestling had hardened him to such injuries that could have seriously jeopardized any other wrestler.

The medics filled him up with painkillers and a sick note – two weeks away from the ring and the order to go home and rest up until his back could handle wrestling again. Again, since Dean was used to such injuries, he figured his body would be fighting fit before then, but he was put on a plane home to Vegas that night, and I hadn't seen him in three days.

Seth and Roman stayed at work and continued fighting throughout any live shows with the plan to go to Dean by the weekend when they had some time off.

Dolph, who incidentally went on to win the ladder match and therefore the Money In The Bank briefcase, felt nothing but remorse and sadness over the incident, apologising profusely to Dean, worry and stress filling his body that he had been the cause of such an injury.

Dean, of course, brushed it off, saying it was all part of the match and it was nothing he hadn't suffered before. He was a good team player and he knew such an injury was possible in a ladder match. So he held no grudge and swiftly accepted Dolph's apology.

But watching him drop from that height and seeing his body hit the ladder with such force as to manage to break it in half had been one of the most horrifying sights my eyes had ever witnessed in my 25 years on this Earth.

I was absolutely petrified, every horrible thought running through my head as I viewed the horror if his lifeless body lying there on the broken metal. It was why I hated ladder matches, it was why I was so uncomfortable watching them, it was why I never wanted Dean to do it in the first place. I had worried an incident would happen and in the end it had.

I was just grateful Dean had come out of it with minimal damage. Nothing was broken and all he needed was a few weeks rest. It could have been so much worse and I was beyond fucking relieved that nothing major had happened or jeopardized his career.

The only majorly bad thing to come out of it was the order for Dean to go home for two weeks, which meant no TV, no wrestling and incidentally no seeing me.

I wondered if this was how Dean felt when I was away on injury, because if truth be told I fucking missed the guy! It was weird not having him here, like he'd left a major Dean-shaped gap in my life. He'd always been there to make me laugh, to put me in a good mood, to make me feel good within myself.

I didn't like it when he wasn't there, his absence confirming for me what an impact he'd made on my life. He had truly become one of my best friends, always standing by me and looking out for me, siding with me no matter what.

That, and there's no eye candy at work now the lunatic has gone…

I hushed my subconscious down, not letting her get too loud. All I knew was that it was too quiet without him here and far too lonely. Hunter was always busy with work, Sasha and Paige were constantly training, and since the whole kissing incident with Randy, we hadn't been as close as we once were. My friend wasn't here and it sucked.

So I took the decision to do exactly as he had done and go to Vegas to visit him and check in on him. He had done it for me, making sure I was well and entertaining me, so I was simply repaying the favor. I knew Hunter would not approve if he knew I was going, so I waited until I had a couple of days off work before booking a flight and flying out.

I'd used Dean's own trick and checked Hunter's address book to see where Dean lived. So once I had the information I flew out and grabbed a cab to his place as soon as I landed. It was about 10pm when the plane hit the tarmac, so I hoped Dean had a spare room in order for me to get some sleep.

I couldn't wait to surprise him, I couldn't wait to see his face when Holly Helmsley turned up at his door. I knew it would boost his spirits but it would also give me piece of mind too. I wanted to make sure that he was okay and that his recovery was going all to plan. Plus if Dean's back was as bad as the doctors had said, an extra pair of hands around the house was always good to have.

The cab soon pulled up outside his apartment complex, so I paid the driver, grabbed my bag and made my way inside, taking the elevator until I reached his floor. I knew his apartment was number 13 so I quickly walked along the corridor until I reached it, knocking excitedly on the door.

He answered after the third knock.

He threw the door open, a confused look on his face which swiftly turned to astonishment as his wide blues eyes settled on me. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a black wife beater. His feet were bare, his brown hair fluffy and curly on top of his head.

God I'd missed him.

"H-Holly?" he asked. "What the fuck?"

"Want some company?" I asked with a smile, repeating the words he'd said to me the night in Connecticut when I'd saw him from my balcony.

He looked down, his eyes focusing on the bag in my hands before looking back to my face again. "Are you serious?" The glee in his voice was obvious to hear.

"Only if you want it," I replied.

"Of course I fucking do!" he laughed. "Get your ass in here!"

He moved aside, letting me walk into his apartment before he closed the door behind us.

His place was nicely furnished, much nicer than I thought Dean would have had his home. It had a few homely touches, the only photos in the place being of him, Roman and Seth. But overall I liked it. It felt warm and welcoming.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked as I sat down.

"Sure," I smiled. "A glass of water would be nice."

I watched as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen area, his back clearly still giving him some problems. He seemed better than he was, but he clearly wasn't fixed yet. He filled a glass with water and came back over to me. He handed me the glass and took a seat on the sofa beside me.

"So this is sort of a surprise," he said as I took a sip of my water. "I have to say, you were the last person I was expecting on my doorstep tonight."

"Well I knew how much your visit to Connecticut helped me, so I figured I'd offer you the same courtesy," I explained. "I know it sucks being on your own during a recovery so I figured why not help out a friend?"

"Well I appreciate it," he grinned. "Seth and Roman are flying out to see me tomorrow, but the boredom was already getting to me. It's fucking shit by myself."

"Well I am more than happy to keep you company till they get here," I said, drinking more of my water. "Since Hunter doesn't know I'm away, I'll stay till they arrive and keep you company in the meantime."

"Well there are clean sheets in the spare room so you have a place to sleep," he said. "I had them prepped for when the boys come tomorrow, but I can make the bed a day early."

"No, no," I said, standing up. "You're the one recovering here. I can easily make the bed up."

"You sure?" he asked as he stood and began leading me to his spare bedroom.

"Of course," I said as he opened the door and switched the lights on. "Its nothing I've never done before."

The sheets lay on the bed, all folded neatly, so I picked them up and began making the bed.

"I can help," Dean said, his arms folded as he leaned against the door frame watching me.

"I know you can," I said as I prepared the pillows. "But say you do and you pull your back again and need another two weeks out. That isn't exactly going to help, is it?"

"I guess not," he replied, trying his best to hide a smirk.

"Exactly," I laughed. "So I'll make the bed. You can go make me a mug of coffee. Black, two sugars."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied, following my orders, my hands making the bed in record time.

xXx

We were sitting on the sofa, watching the WWE Network the next day. We had decided to watch one of my brother's old matches to pass the time. It was one of those rare days in Vegas where the rain wouldn't stop and it was much wiser to stay indoors where it was dry and warm. I preferred days like these anyway, and I knew it wasn't wise to have Dean up and about whilst his back was still hurt. Rest and relaxation was what he needed the most, the weather helping this by keeping us in the apartment.

So we had decided to stay in, stuff our faces with snacks and watch some old wrestling matches.

I'd slept well the night before, both of us turning in quite early. The flight to Vegas had tired me out enough to warrant me needing my bed, and the painkillers Dean had been given were making the guy drowsy. So after my coffee and after the bed had been made, we both headed for sleep, ready to spend more time together the next day. I knew Seth and Roman would be arriving at some point and sadly that would be my cue to leave. Hunter wasn't aware of my presence here, so the less people who knew, the better. So I planned to make the most of my time here whilst I could.

We'd just finished off a pizza and were watching my brother beat the living shit out of The Rock when Dean spoke up.

"You mind if I disappear for fifteen minutes?" he said.

"Yeah, sure," I replied. "Where you going?"

"The muscles in my back tend to stiffen up a lot and swell because of the injury," he explained. "I need to keep them open and relaxed so the doctor told me to make sure I have a hot bath at least twice a day to keep them from hurting. The warm water really helps. I'll take one later when the boys get here but I'm getting some pain around my shoulder so I need to take one now."

"Oh, of course," I smiled. "You need any help with the water?"

"No, no, it's nothing I can't handle," he explained. "Just didn't wanna seem like a total fucking asshole leaving my guest by herself."

"Don't be silly," I said, waving my hand as if it was nothing. "If it's doctor's orders then go for it. I've got lots on TV I can watch."

He smiled. "Thanks, kid. There's plenty food in the fridge if you're hungry and you know where the drinks are. I won't be long." He gave me a smirk and cheekily ruffled my hair.

"Take your time," I shouted after him as he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I relaxed back into the sofa, my legs curled up underneath me, watching the TV as my brother continued fighting The Rock.

It was so strange being here with Dean again, the two of us alone. The last time that had truly happened was back in Connecticut. It was very rare that we actually had moments by ourselves, and any that we did get were usually interrupted. I always got time alone with Sasha and Paige, and I was always able to give all my attention to Randy, so it was nice to be able to spend time with my other friend too. We'd really made the most of our chance to see each other, and I was so glad that I'd decided to take the chance to come out to Vegas to see him.

Hunter hadn't called and neither had Randy or Steph, so I knew I wasn't being missed and was able to get away with this visit without a million questions.

The match ended so I got up and made myself some coffee, my attention suddenly caught by a buzzing phone on the kitchen counter. I looked over, noticing it was Dean's phone. He'd received a text, and whilst I couldn't read the actual message, I could see from the caller ID it was from Seth.

I knew the boys would be here later in the day, so I figured the text message could contain important information. I picked up the phone and looked over at the closed bathroom door, wondering if I should let him know he'd received a message. I began to blush, knowing what I could possibly find behind the door. I swallowed, unsure of what to do.

It could be important…

Dean is probably very naked right now…

Seth wouldn't text unless it was urgent…

You know you want to peak at him in the bath tub…

It could be information about their visit…

No top, no bottoms, nothing but water and a few bubbles covering him up…

I shook my head, the internal battle strong right now. There were several reasons to walk right in there, and my subconscious was coming up with most of the naughty ones. I sighed, the phone lighting up and beeping again, Seth sending a second message, and I knew I had to give him the phone.

So I took a deep breath, walked up to the bathroom door and gently knocked.

"Come in," he called from the other side.

So I placed my hand on the door handle, turned the knob and stepped inside.

I bit my lip nervously as I saw him sitting in the bathtub, his arms leaning on either side of it, his head reclined back as he relaxed. It smelt lovely in there as I closed the door, noticing he thankfully had bubbles in the water to cover up everything.

But they didn't cover up his bare chiseled chest which was wet and shining.

I swallowed. Hard.

"Erm, y-your phone buzzed," I stuttered as I walked over to him with small and tentative steps. "It's, uh, it's from Seth. Figured it could… ya know… be important."

He held out his hand and I gave him the phone. He quickly read the message.

"He's just making sure I have everything prepped," Dean said aloud as he continued to read the message. "They both know how unorganised I can be with shit like this."

"Okay," I nodded, turning quickly on my heel. "I'll leave you to your bath."

I headed towards the door, my lungs struggling to breathe as I held a nervous and awkward breath.

"Wait, Holly," Dean quickly interjected. I stood still, my hand lingering on the door handle. "Listen, can I ask you something?"

"S-Sure," I said, lowering my hand and cautiously turning round to face him.

Don't look at his chest… Don't look at his chest…

He looked down thoughtfully for a few moments before his eyes met mine again. "I just wanna make sure you're okay… I know the Randy shit fucked you up and I just want to make sure you're good, ya know?"

I couldn't help but smile at him. Even behind his crazy and wild exterior, Dean was quite a thoughtful and caring guy at heart.

"What makes you think I'm not okay?" I asked.

"I just notice these things about you. You're more of an open book than you realise. Tell me what happened with him exactly."

I giggled in amusement as I slowly walked over to him. "You actually want to talk about Randy?"

"Sure. What can I say? You know I'm secretly in love with the guy," he teased.

"Well there's a lot of that going around," I said as I knelt down by the side of the bath tub.

He turned a little to face me, my eyes wary to not look anywhere below his neck.

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Well you asked what happened with Randy and I'm telling you," I said. "The guy seems to have some deep routed feelings for me."

He looked at me, blinking for a few seconds. "How deep routed exactly?"

"Turns out Randy has been hiding a four year crush from me," I said with a sigh.

Again he looked at me, blinking.

"Four years?" he asked incredulously. "Fuck me! How the hell did he manage that?"

"No idea," I said, running a hand through my hair. It was the first time I'd actually discussed it with someone since Randy had decided to enlighten me on that little piece of information, and it felt weird to admit it out loud to a third party. I supposed it made it all seem that more real.

"Jeez, the bastard must have a will of stone to keep quiet for that long," he muttered. "Seriously, how's he managed that?"

"Lord knows," I said. "But it's been a total shock to the system, I can tell you that."

"I bet," he said, looking at me closely. "It's always seemed pretty obvious to me how he feels."

A look of confusion crossed my face. "How?"

"His attentiveness, the way he looks at you, how he speaks about you. The guy can't stay away."

"And you never told me?" I accused.

"I thought you knew! The guy was so fucking obvious!" he explained.

"Not to me," I said, looking away. "It was all very much out of the blue."

"And how do you feel about him?" he asked.

I looked back at Dean's face, curiosity swimming in his bright blue eyes. "Are you asking if I like him too?"

"In a manner of speaking, yeah," he said honestly.

I looked at his face, strange emotions crossing it. To the average person they would appear hidden or fleeting, but I'd known Dean long enough now. I'd learnt to read his blank expressions, to know when something was right and something was wrong. So I could see what he was feeling now.

Hope, fear, anticipation, worry.

"No, I don't," I said. "Not in that way anyway. To me he's just my friend. Always has been, always will be."

He nodded in understanding. "Poor bastard was too late," he stated.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Had he told you four years ago when all of this started, would your answer have been different?" he asked.

My shoulders dropped as I thought about it, not truly knowing the answer to that question. I knew I didn't see him in that way now, but could I have had he told me sooner?

"I don't know," I said. "Maybe. If he'd have told me sooner then maybe I'd have had chance to come round to the idea more. But maybe all those years of knowing him would have kept my answer the same. So honestly, I couldn't say."

"But he'd have had more chance then he has now?" Dean asked.

I shrugged. "Probably."

Dean shook his head in amusement, a smirk crossing his lips as he rested his head back on the edge of the tub. "Orton fucked up."

I looked at him. "Dean, don't be mean."

"I'm not, I'm being truthful," he argued. "The bastard should have spoken up sooner."

"Dean…" I warned him again.

"He fucked up and he knows it," he said. "He's a fucking idiot."

"Enough!"

I was tired of his words about Randy, so I quickly scooped up a handful of bubbles from the bath and squashed them onto his face, taking him by surprise, silencing him immediately. He coughed, looking up at me in shock.

"What the fuck was that for?"

I tried to suppress my giggle, but it was so hard to take him seriously or find him scary when his face was covered in bubbles.

"For… for…" I tried to finish my sentence but I couldn't, giggles erupting from my chest and leaving my mouth, echoing around the bathroom.

"You think its funny?" he questioned. "Well two can play at this game!"

And all of a sudden, he scooped up more bubbles and returned the favor, throwing them in my face. My giggles instantly stopped, my mouth hanging open as I looked at him in astonishment. Now it was his turned to smirk and laugh.

"Oh, it is fucking on, Ambrose!" I said, grabbing more bubbles and throwing them into his hair.

"Bring it, Helmsley," he replied as a full on bubble fight broke out, suds flying everywhere, the bathtub and floor slowly getting wetter and wetter as our laughter filled the room. Dean threw some but I managed to duck, the bubbles hitting the door behind me. I leaned further up on my knees, grabbing more and shoving them in his face. Dean, never one for losing a fight, scooped up two handfuls and threw them all over my hair until it was soaked and sticking to my face.

"Okay! You win, you win!" I shouted, accepting defeat, knowing I could never beat Dean.

"Champion of the world, baby!" he said as we bent over in laughter, our arms leaning against the edge of the tub in order to keep us upright.

He looked up at me then and our laughter slowly died down, the two of us suddenly realizing how close our faces were, only mere inches apart. Our laughs completely stopped as Dean's eyes wondered over my face. My eyes remained on his, watching everything he did, staring into his deep blue orbs. I could just stare at them all day, getting absorbed in his eyes. If I could easily admit one thing, it was that Dean had beautiful eyes. Stunning eyes. Deep eyes.

Eyes that I was getting very lost in.

xXx

Dean Ambrose's Point Of View

Holy fucking shit, we were close.

Very close.

So close I could almost touch her, feel her, pull her to me and kiss her in a way that make her forget her fucking name. And I wanted to, believe me I wanted to. There she was, covered in water, covered in bubbles, and looking more hot and more sexy than I'd ever seen her before. I wanted to stay here, getting lost in her eyes, trying to make that blush appear. Slowly but surely, it did and I couldn't have been happier. It was my blush and I would never tire of it, just as I would never tire of her. Never. She was Holly Heather fucking Helmsley and she was just perfect as she was.

Slowly she raised her hand and began to gently run it through my hair. My brown hair was wet from the bubbles and stuck to my forehead, but the feel of her fingers gently stroking it was amazing. It was toe-curlingly good, her fingers like silk. This is how I wanted it to be. Just Holly and I, having fun and being together. That's how it should be. All I had to do was lean down a little further and I could show her what she was doing to me. Just one simple kiss and she would know what was going on in my head. Her lips were so close... But I just let her carry on. I was under her spell and would succumb to whatever she'd do. If she wanted to feel my hair then she could. I would let her do anything she fucking wanted.

Once she was finished with my hair, she slowly brought her hand down to my cheek and cupped it, stroking it with her thumb. Instinctively, I closed my eyes and leaned into her touch. It was so warm and smooth, an electric current flowing all over my body. My breathing became labored as I remembered her touch and committed it to memory; I didn't know when it would happen again so I remembered it all. How I longed to touch her back, to let her feel my caress, to hold her against me. Instead I settled for reveling in her touch, her scent, her warmth. This moment was perfect.

But she was caressing me, she was touching me. I hadn't told her to, she was doing it because she wanted to. No one had forced her, she had took it upon herself to be this way with me. My mind began to think. What if she felt like I did? What if she felt this chemistry? What if she wanted to be more than friends? Just the idea had my heart leaping and my stomach burning. What if everything I wanted could actually happen?

Holly suddenly moved her hand so that it held the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her, wanting to be near me, holding me to her. My eyes burst open, our faces mere inches away from each other, her warm breath fanning across my face. I could see her chest heaving nervously, her throat swallowing anxiously.

"Dean," she whispered, her breathing heavy, my eyes slowly rising to meet hers. They were so deep and so infective, her lips slightly parted. I was immediately lost in her touch. Suddenly her eyes looked down to my lips, then back to my blue ones. She wanted this too, I knew she did. She had to.

"Holly," I whispered back, emotion filling my words as I leant forward, my lips grazing and brushing against hers.

Ring, ring, ring…

"Motherfucker!" I yelled as my phone went off, any tense or heated atmosphere between us suddenly evaporating.

Holly pulled back as I looked at my phone, seeing it was Seth. Pissed off, I answered it and pressed it to my ear.

xXx

Holly Helmsley's Point Of View

Oh god! It had almost happened again. He'd almost fucking kissed me again. Our lips had actually touched and all he'd needed to do was push forward and press them harder to mine for him to actually kiss me.

We were making a habit of this… and it seemed cell-phones were making a habit of stopping us.

I blushed as he began speaking to Seth, my legs instantly standing me up and rushing me out of the bathroom so he could have his conversation in peace without me eaves dropping.

I sat on the sofa in the living room, running my hands through my damp hair, my heart going at a million miles a minute as I fought to get air into my lungs.

He'd been so tempting just sitting there naked, his body wet, his face sexy as hell. His body was stunning, his hair hanging on a way that made me want to jump him in an instant. I couldn't resist, I just had to pull him closer. I just had to touch him, to feel him… to taste him. I closed my eyes, biting my lip at the memory of him in the bathtub, my aching arousal still evident in my panties.

All I'd wanted in that moment was him and Dean knew it too.

I gasped as he suddenly emerged from the bathroom, a towel around his waist, his hair wet and hanging from his head.

Christ…

This wasn't helping.

"E-Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "It was just Seth. They're 20 minutes away."

I nodded in understanding. "I guess that's my cue to go then."

He watched me as I stood and quickly retrieved my bag from the spare room. I'd agreed to leave before the boys got here, and after what had just happened I needed to fresh air to breathe and to think in. I was desperate for space and desperate to get away from the tempting man who was standing there in nothing but a towel.

I needed to go.

I was about to walk past him to grab my jacket when he quickly grabbed me from behind, pulling me against him, my back pressed to his chest. His arms were wrapped around me as he held me tenderly, my heart stopping in my chest. My breathing hitched, my eyes widening as my body fought to calm down from having him so near, so close. I rested against him, my back easily able to make out every contour and muscle in his chiseled body.

Oh, good lord…

"I don't want you to go…" he whispered in my ear, his face buried in my hair.

My eyes fluttered shut, goose bumps appearing along my skin as he brushed my hair to one side, his nose running softly and sensually along my neck. A delicious chill ran up my spine, my mouth trying its hardest to suppress a moan.

"I… I have to…" I replied.

"But I don't want you to," he said, running his finger tips along my arms as he breathed in my scent. "After what just happened in there I really fucking don't want you to."

Jesus…

"You're making it really hard for me to go, Dean," I whimpered.

"Good," he replied as his lips ran back to my earlobe, my mouth gasping as I felt his tongue run along my skin. "Means you won't go. Means I get to keep you here all to myself."

"But I have to," I replied, my panties getting wetter and wetter as my stomach began doing summer-saults. "The guys are coming, Hunter doesn't know I'm here and-"

"Fuck, Hunter," he said as I tilted my neck, giving him more access to my skin. I couldn't help it, I needed him to touch me. Anywhere, any place. "Fuck the guys. Fuck what anybody thinks. Stay here with me… God, you smell good."

"I can't, Dean," I said, wishing I honestly didn't have to go. Something was clearly happening here and I fucking wanted to find out what it was. "I'm not even supposed to be here, so the last thing I want is more people finding out."

"You know Roman and Seth won't say anything," he said as he held me tighter, and I could feel his arousal against my ass. "And you know you'll have a fuck load more fun here with me. There's so much we can do to entertain ourselves."

Holy fucking Christ…

"I don't want to risk it," I said, reluctantly taking a step forward and pulling away, breaking us apart and giving me space to breathe. I turned to face him, seeing how dark and heated his eyes were. "This is your weekend with the boys… and I don't want to get up to any activities that might injure your back more."

"I don't know," he said. "They might just help my back instead." He gave me a wicked smile.

"Dean," I said in amusement. "Enjoy your time with Roman and Seth and let me go home. The last thing you boys need is a girl ruining all the fun."

"Goddamn it. Alright," he said, holding his hands up in defeat. "I'll stop."

"Sorry," I replied. "I just want you better so you can get back on the road. Plus I don't wanna be here for all that boy talk you guys will have about football and farting and how many girls you've fucked. It's best I go."

He sighed. "Fine. I'll let you go. But you are one major cock block, Holly Helmsley."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm just thinking about your back, Dean."

"Sure, sure," he said with a wink as I picked up my bag and we headed to his door. "Even though you're being a tease, I wanna say thanks for stopping by."

"Of course, any time," I smiled as we stood in his doorway. "Just get fucking better so you can get the hell back to work. I miss you."

"That's the plan, kid," he said, my eyes still trying to focus on his face rather than the towel around his waist. "Have a safe flight back."

"I'll call when I land," I replied.

"Make sure you do," he said with a gentle smile before leaning forward and tenderly kissing my forehead, his lips lingering before he pulled away. "I'll see you soon."

"See you soon," I replied as I walked out of his apartment and walked to the elevator down the hall. I was silent as I waited for it, my fingers tapping nervously against my bag. It wasn't until it arrived and I stepped inside that I could let my true emotions loose, my legs almost giving way as I rested against the wall of the elevator, the doors closing behind me as I struggled to stand up.

Where the hell had that come from?

What the actual fuck had just happened between us?

What did all of that mean?

But more importantly, why had it been so hard to tell him to stop?

Again, a huge thanks to Raquel the writer, haha95, Seth Rollins babe, Tantoune, beautifultragedyxxx, dutchangel1979, AKABlossom, ThatGirl54, irishblue69 and calwitch for their reviews.