A/N: So glad people are liking this story and not thinking I'm insane or anything lol. I really, really enjoy writing it and can't wait to write where I want it to go. So please keep reviewing, I really enjoy hearing feedback for this story in particular since it's kind of weird. :)

Paul takes my hand as we're walking into my hotel. He looks like he could crush my hand into dust if he wanted, leaving me with fingers full of bone dust, but his touch is actually very light, it's...refreshing. I don't even know if that's the right word for it, but it's just not something I was totally expecting. Even when he holds my hand on-screen, he kind of grips too tight and I think it's the adrenaline from the crowd and he gets so into it he can't even really help himself. But here, now, when we're alone (or as alone as I can be with Chris hovering around) it's different and he's different and I like the different him.

"Have you had fun?" he asked me lowly. I wasn't even aware his voice could get to that tone. He's usually so on all the time.

"I have," I tell him truthfully. Paul has been something I wasn't expecting, both as a character I work with and as a man. I'm having a hard time believing that he could do something to me, but I know that looks are deceiving. Growing up in the wrestling business will do that. You think someone is going to be one thing and they turn out to be another. I've had my dad's associates or wrestlers hit on me when I was a teenager and not even like 19, where it could've been somewhat acceptable, no less creepy mind you, but more acceptable, but when I was 14 or 15. I ignored Chris for the most part then, but I wonder if he bristled or if he would've told me something if I didn't have the wherewithal to turn those sleazebags down.

"Great," he said and I look at him and he's smiling and then I find that I'm smiling too. Maybe he won't turn out to be this great guy, but for now, he is and I guess I should just ride that wave out to the finish and see where it leads me. "I've had a great time too," he adds, like he needs to reassure me that he had fun too, like I'm not a dullard.

We fall into silence once again and I glance over at Chris, but he's just hovering around, not saying anything. He hasn't said anything since I told him to shut up. I don't think I've hurt his feelings, but I'll make sure later. Wait, hurt his feelings? Chris's feelings can't be hurt. If they could, the years and years of utter silence I gave him would've stung, but he treats that with an indifference, like he knew all along I was going to ignore him and not speak to him. It brings me right back to thinking about how much he does know about the future.

He says that he can't actually see it or something to that affect, but maybe he's lying. Do angels actually lie? I don't know, maybe he'll tell me again it's one of those things about God that people misconstrue. But God allowing lying like that, from an angel? I just don't feel like God would ingrain that into something of his own creation. Hey, here's this perfect angel, made from my love, but let's give it the ability to lie through its teeth...or heavenly teeth...yeah, I don't think God is up there making lying angels. So I guess he doesn't really see the future, maybe he just feels the future.

"Steph?"

I look up at Hunter, "Yeah?"

"Lost you for a minute there," he laughed. The elevator doors are open and I've just been standing here thinking about lying angels.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something," I tell him vaguely. He doesn't know I need to be committed to the cukoo bin just yet.

"What were you thinking about?" I bet he thinks that I was thinking about him. I bet that's what he's thinking and he's probably getting a bigger ego now thinking I get so lost in thought over him. I'm not sure whether I want to foster that or reject that.

I go for rejection. "Just all the work that I have to catch up on."

He's properly deflated now, telling me, "Well you couldn't have had such a great time if you're thinking about work."

"No, I did, it's just you know, always catching up with me, stupid work," I try to recover so as not to really hurt his feelings. Although, if he's going to hurt me at some point in the future, I'm not going to feel too bad if I do hurt his feelings.

"Yeah, it can be a drag sometimes," he nods, "waking up and being completely sore, it's just not fun when you have those kinds of mornings, I mean, I know you don't have those kinds of mornings, not usually, but well, on my side of the fence, that's a bad morning for me."

"You're kind of cute when you ramble," I tell him and it's true. He's just not really a rambling kind of guy. "Well, here we are."

"Oh," Hunter says and he's disappointed. He better not think that I'm letting him inside this hotel room because I'm not the kind of girl. Besides, Chris is going to be there and I know he's technically not going to be watching or so I wouldn't do anything anyways knowing Chris is probably judging me, if he could judge me, that's probably another thing angels don't really do. Still, I have to be out with a guy for more than one date to sleep with them, no matter how much time we've spent together at work.

"I really did have a good time," I tell him, leaning back against the door. I place my hands behind me as he looms ahead of me. I can see Chris leaning against the wall behind him, still not saying a word, but he's watching, like always.

"Good, so do that mean that we can do this again at some point in the near future?" he wonders and he looks so hopeful that even if I wanted to turn him down, I think I wouldn't have been able to based on that look. I know a lot of people think Paul is ugly or unattractive, but he has this certain charm and he carries his looks well. I've never really been too hung up on looks anyways. Looks can only get a person so far and it can only take a relationship so far. There has to be more to the person than just the way they look.

"I absolutely think that could happen," I tell him with a grin. I may even let him kiss me. In fact, he's starting to lean in.

He places his large right hand right by my head as his own head tilts a little to the side. I don't really feel trapped or anything so that must be a good thing. Maybe if I felt trapped, that thing Chris was telling me about would kick in, the whole knowledge of what's bad for me. I don't, so I let him keep leaning in. He closes his eyes, but mine are still open and Chris is looking still. I reach out my left hand and make a circle with my index finger, letting him know wordlessly to turn around. I close my eyes at the last possible second as Paul's lips touch mine gently.

I'm not going to say he's a great kisser because he isn't. He's not the worst either, there's no gross slobbering or anything like that. I've kissed him before, but never like this, never in this way and he's almost too gentle, like he thinks I'm going to break under the pressure of his lips against mine. I won't and I wish he would kiss me with even one iota of the intensity he kisses me in the ring because when he kisses me there, I can definitely feel it. This is not the Paul I thought I would get when he kisses me. After all that though, it's still pleasant. It's a good kiss, it's not great, but it's not bad, it's just good.

He pulls away and I open my eyes and he's smirking. "So I guess this has to be good night?"

Did he really think after one kiss I'd be pulling him into my bedroom and ripping off his clothes? "I guess it is."

"I don't want the night to end."

Gagging, I hear gagging and it lets me know that Chris actually hasn't changed. "Well, haven't you ever heard, all good things must come to an end."

More gagging and if I could touch him, I'd strangle Chris right about now. "Does it have to?"

"Yes, it has to," I tell him, pushing him away lightly. He looks a little bummed, but moves away from me, giving me some breathing room. "We have work tomorrow, don't forget."

"How could I ever forget? It's what I do every day."

"I'll talk to you then, okay?"

"Okay," he says, leaning in and giving me another quick kiss. "I'll call you?"

"Yeah, you can call me, you have my number, right?"

"Already in my phone," he says, patting his back pocket like he's going to pluck it out right now and call me even though I'm standing right there. I wave and then enter my room, closing the door behind me. Chris walks right through it a moment later and I collapse on my bed with a deep sigh as I stare at the ceiling for a moment.

"I don't want the night to end," Chris says and then laughs. "Sometimes I just don't get people."

"Are you supposed to get people?" I ask him. "I mean, you're here for me, right, as my guardian angel so why would you get other people."

"Wow, someone thinks the world revolves around them," Chris tells me and suddenly he's next to me. "I just think that it was a cheesy line."

"Yeah, but I'm sure he meant it."

"If he meant that...I don't know, maybe he just really likes you or something," Chris said. It felt like he had more to say, but he didn't want to say it. I let it go this time. I get the distinct feeling at points that he doesn't want me asking him a million questions about every little thing. He's just such a curious being that I want to know what he knows, I want to see what he sees but I can't and it's very frustrating. I'm a person who has always gone out and gotten what I wanted and for me to have so many unanswered questions is not something I'm used to.

"You don't like him, huh?"

"I like everyone. It's in my disposition."

"Yeah, but you don't like him for me, that's what I'm saying," I respond. "I like him though. I don't get a bad vibe from him."

"Good, I'm glad for that."

"I don't exactly see myself married to him or anything," I clarify. "I'm just saying that he's definitely someone I can see myself having a relationship with. I think my dad would like it since he likes Paul, you know, that's why he's getting this big push...Chris, do you know everything about what I do?"

"Yes," he said.

"So if I told you that a wrestler was going to do a German suplex followed by a Mexican surfboard, you would know what I'm talking about?"

"Yes, I'd know."

"Okay, but anyways, my dad really likes him, he tells me so all the time so I don't think that my dad would care if we were dating."

"Don't date him because your dad approves of him."

"That's not why and you know it. You know I don't really care what my dad thinks," I tell him. I'm my own person and I don't need my father's approval.

"That's not true. You've always cared what your dad thought of you. You've been trying to please him for years on end. You know, when you were little, you didn't even want to be in the business. You would draw yourself having other jobs. All the other kids were drawing pictures of fairy princesses and dogs and whatever and you were drawing pictures of yourself in other professions."

"I was a kid, I didn't know what I wanted."

"You didn't want wrestling. For the longest time, you wanted to be a baker, do you remember making cakes every weekend with your mom and telling her how you were going to open the world's best bakery and all the things you'd have on the menu? I think you mentioned that you wanted a 16 layer chocolate cake, the logistics of that are pretty scary."

I remember wanted to be a baker. I thought it would be so cool to just bake cakes and cupcakes all day long. Who wouldn't want a job like that? You could have all the cake you wanted! "I grew up though."

"Yeah, you grew up into what your father wanted. It's not a bad thing, Stephanie, to follow in your parent's footsteps, you haven't lost yourself, but don't even try and deny the fact that you want to please your father. Even during your rebellious stage, your Toby phase, you still wanted to please your father. Remember when Toby wanted you to become an art major instead of a boring business major?"

"I hate that you know everything about me," I pouted. It wasn't fair when he had the advantage of every moment of my life stored in his brain, even the moments that I couldn't myself remember. "It's an unfair advantage, you know."

"I'm your guardian angel, I'm supposed to have the advantage in the relationship."

"Yeah, well you're not alive!" I tell him, sitting up and looking over at him. "You're not alive and you're just...you're just a thing and you come at me with all this stuff and yeah, sure you've seen what I've done and who I've been, but you're not in my head, Chris, you're not in my thoughts and I don't appreciate you coming up with evidence to support your own theories when you don't know a thing about what goes on in my head!"

"I know what's going on in your head right now," he says calmly and I'm infuriated. He knows everything but my thoughts and arguably, those are the most important things a person can have. There is no real privacy in the world, but our thoughts are our own and I don't like that he thinks he knows mine. I stand up and storm into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

He's an angel, he can go wherever he wants and as I'm sitting on the ledge of the sink, he's already in there. "Go away."

"You know I can't do that."

"I don't care, you can go in the other room, I'm not going to slip and crack my head open against the toilet or anything."

"I didn't think you were," he told me. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you upset like I did. You're right, I don't read your mind. Your thoughts are between you and the big guy upstairs and he does listen, you know. He's like, awesome like that. He doesn't have time to individually respond, but he does listen. He's everywhere, in everything. But me, I'm not in your brain. I just know what I see and Stephanie, I've seen you since you were a nanosecond old. I was there when you were born, when you said your first word, walked, first day of school, first kiss, everything. Yes, I have your memories inside me, but I didn't know that would hurt you. I don't...I don't have that wired in me, I guess. It's not that I want to hurt you, I would never want that, I could never want that. I'm sorry."

"An angel apologizing, I've seen it all, you can take me away now."

"Yeah, checked the schedule, not time yet," he tells me and I smile a little. "You won't be cracking your head against the toilet."

"That's a relief."

"Look, I'll try to scale back the whole bringing up the past thing," he says, looking at me hopefully. "How's that sound?"

I look over at him and his eyes are piercing inside of me. The glow around him is what really gets me. It's just so...he's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life. It's like gazing at heaven sitting right in front of me and he is a part of heaven. I feel bad for how childish I've been acting. "You don't have to stop telling me about my past. It's comforting to know that if I wanted, they are all inside of you. I like that. I like that my past lies within you. It makes my life relevant."

"Your life is relevant," he tells me gently.

I smile at him, "Chris, when I die, will you be in heaven with me or will you have to go away because your job is finished?"

"When I say I'll be with you always...I mean I'll be with you always."