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Alyssa's been a part of John for years, but the difference now is, he couldn't resist her. Everything, absolutely everything, reminded him of her. When he woke up that morning, he remembered her bare face and how he loved mornings when she didn't wear make-up. When he got dressed, he made sure to put on khaki shorts and a black or white shirt. When he got out of his room, he guessed what drink she'd want to order.

They had planned to meet up at the Starbucks across the hotel at noon, and he was right on time. She, on the other hand, was early.

John barely took a second to look at Alyssa before he noticed something was wrong. He immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulder then said, "you're too damn pretty to be doing that."

He hoped this startled her enough to at least etch out a laugh.

And he did. Alyssa's facial expression was transformed from sad to snappy. Playful snappy, of course. "What, pretty girls can't stare out windows?"

John didn't mind her sarcasm. He was just happy he'd gotten that frown out of her face. "No, silly. You looked sad."

She shrugged. "I am sad."

"Why?"

"Because." she didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she contently settled her head on his shoulder.

"Because?" John's skin tingled at her touch.

She popped her head back up and ignored his question. "Lets order our drinks?"

John removed his arm from her and sat down. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

She pouted and waited a few seconds before saying, "I just miss you already."

This forced a good chuckle out of John. She could not get any cuter, he thought. "Aren't you the one good at distracting yourself?"

She pouted some more. "I guess not."

"You can't distract yourself from me, huh? I'm your weakness."

Rolling her eyes, Alyssa got up and walked away.

His eyes followed her. "Hey, where you going?"

"I'ma order my drink."

"Playing hard to get, I see," John mumbled. He got behind her in line, guessing she'd get a java chip or a green tea latte.

"A grande java chip with no whip," he heard her say.

He smiled as he ordered his own, then paid for the both of them.

"Hey! No!" Alyssa protested. "Take my card," she told the cashier as she fumbled with her purse.

John handed over his money before she got the chance to open her wallet. "Sorry, too slow."

She jabbed his chest then moved out of the way to let the others order. "You're an ass."

"Relax, grumpy pants. I miss you too."

She looked at him, as if she needed his eyes to coincide with his words. He was right. He was her weakness, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. She's never felt this way before.

"But hey, we still have two weeks before I leave," he reminded her.

She sighed. "I know, I know…but still."

"No buts," he commanded. "Don't spoil our time now for what's to come. We'll handle that when we get there, alright?"

She smiled. Usually, she'd be the one forcing herself to feel better. But John simply being John already did that for her. "You're right."

John took both of her hands into his then went on to study her features. He was sure she had the most beautiful pair of eyes he's ever seen. He got sucked into them so easily; like he did so many times before, but the difference now is, she was looking back, too.

They were so into the moment, it took the barista a couple tries to get their attention. "John? Your drinks are ready."

"Oh, thank you!" John released one hand and handed over Alyssa's drink before taking his own. The two walked out, hand in hand.

Life could not get any better than this.

"Let's keep walking straight then turn on the second left," John directed. "I saw this nice spot on my drive back yesterday."

"Mm, sounds good," she said softly, her heart beating twice with every step. She couldn't believe how much her life had turned, for the good, ever since she started things with John. It'd only been three days, and that was enough to make her question how she'd ever gotten through without this. They felt so natural together. Now, the nine or ten years of friendship might've helped, but that doesn't change the fact that he's still the only guy who's ever made her feel like this. He's the only guy who's ever made her think that maybe, just maybe, love was in the cards for her after all.

John absent-mindedly placed their intertwined hands over his chest. Alyssa simply looked at him, this time, admiring much more than this dimples. He looked backed at her and smiled. "You're the only one I don't mind walking in silence with. We don't have to talk to make time worth it."

"No we don't," she agreed.

"The turn's coming up," he warned.

They walked in silence a little more, until they finally got to the spot. It was a nice little Japanese garden.

"It's so pretty!" Alyssa gasped.

"Yeah, almost as beautiful as you," he said sincerely. John caressed her hand as they walked through the trail. Flowers of every color surrounded them and up ahead was a small bridge suspended above a creek. He stopped once they got there, thankful the place was empty. It was just the two of them. He sandwiched her between himself and the railing, still holding onto her hand. "I wanted to thank you for the past few days."

She settled her drink on the railing, taking note of her new found vulnerability. Unlike anything in her past, she willingly embraced it. "Thank you, too, John."

He took one more sip of his drink before discarding it like she had. This freed his hands to place over her waist. He couldn't believe how tantalized he was by this simple contact. She single-handedly managed to make what once was banal to him be the most important aspect in his life. He's been with plenty of girls before, but no one's ever made him feel so free, as if he had everything he could ever want right in front of him.

The two continued on with the silence, their eyes lost in each other. They were so lost, in fact, they didn't realize their faces were drawing nearer and nearer. Then, at the moment of impact, their lips touched for the first time. It was electrifying. Their whole bodies were awakened, stimulating senses they never even knew existed. This feeling they had, for some reason, made them believe it was something that would last forever.

Alyssa was still thinking about the kiss later that evening. She'd spent all day with John, accompanying him on his usual routine before a show. Now she was alone in his locker room as he did his match. The 30-minute segment felt like the longest 30 minutes of her life.

"How the hell am I supposed to survive the 3 months," she sighed.

A knock on the door followed her rhetorical question. Before she got up, the door swung wide open. John, fresh from his match with no shirt on, appeared and so did Randy.

Alyssa had to do a double-take. "Randy?"

He walked in with John. "What are you doing here? I haven't seen you all day."

"Yeah, I know," she said simply.

"You've been hanging out with John an awful lot."

"Like I've been for years now?"

John, who had just closed the door, chuckled. "So how you been, Randy?"

Randy dithered over taking a seat on the chair. His today wasn't much better than yesterday. "Still shitty."

John put on a fresh shirt. "Have you talked to Sam?"

"No." He sat down.

"You should," Alyssa said. "Your marriage is obviously a problem, and you can't fix it without talking to the other person who's in it."

"I know, I know," Randy sighed. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Rands, we could, but you'll just be miserable for even longer. Why don't you do something about it?"

"I would if I knew what to do. What am I supposed to say to Sam? I don't love you like a husband should?"

Alyssa looked onto John for support.

"When did you start feeling this way?" he asked him.

Randy crossed his arms over his chest. "For awhile. I've been confused for years. I just stuck through it. I thought it was a phase after the honeymoon stage."

"Keep ignoring the problem then," Alyssa suggested.

The two men looked at her.

"Ignore the problem," she repeated. "But do talk to Sam and ask her on a date."

Randy raised his eyebrows. "I don't know about that…"

"Don't be so closed-minded, Randy. Go on a date with your wife and try to rekindle the flame."

Randy still looked skeptical.

"It's a good idea," John commented. "Why not? What could you lose?"

"I'll make you a deal," Alyssa said. "If you go on a date with Sam and actually try to remember why you married her in the first place, we'll go on that vacation you asked."

Randy's eyes had life in them for the first time.

"Come on, Rands. I'm not asking you to go on a date with the devil. It's your wife, for Christ's sake!"

Randy put up his hands and said, "okay, okay. I will. I'll call her tonight and coordinate."

Pleased, Alyssa got up and hugged her best friend. "Good boy!"

Randy, who was still seated, wrapped his arm around her tightly. "So Europe?"

"Europe."

John watched this embrace from across the room. He's seen it plenty of times before, but this one had him feeling uncomfortable. He couldn't deny the relief he felt as soon as Alyssa let go then turned to him.

"We gotta make sure this one actually goes through with the deal," she said, pointing at Randy.

He nodded. "Will do."

Randy got up and swung his arm over Alyssa's shoulders. "Well, I gotta get ready for my match. I'll see you guys later?"

"Okay," she said simply.

"I miss you guys," he said to both of them, but he was only looking at her.

"We miss you too," she smiled. "We'll see you later."

Randy exited the room, leaving John wanting to mention a few words.

"He's really, really overprotective of you."

Alyssa laughed. "You just noticed?"

"Well no…I just…wonder."

Alyssa narrowed her eyes as she drew closer to John. "Wonder what?"

"How that's supposed to play out when Randy finds out about this."

Placing both of her palms on his chest, she said, "Well let me tell you, Randy can't do a damn thing."

John placed his hands over hers and smiled.

"Yeah, he always has to comment on everything I do, but he doesn't control me. Don't get that confused, Cena."

"Alright, alright, I wont." He smiled before leaning down to kiss her again.

By now, they'd lost count on which kiss this was, but neither of them were complaining.