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Alyssa couldn't lie, she was getting a little frustrated with John.

She hid her feelings in a chuckle. "Why do you always do that?"

John raised his eyebrows. "Do what?"

"Pull away every time we make out."

John ran her words mentally in his head, and he was beginning to ask himself the same question. He had the most beautiful woman on his bed, the sexiest pair of legs wrapped around him, and the softest lips he's ever felt. Yet, for some reason, he managed to pull away from her again, and again, and again. He was definitely guilty for those accusations, but like a stubborn criminal, he wasn't willing to confess just yet. "What are you talking about?"

Alyssa ignored his question and continued to stare in wonder. "Do you not wanna have sex with me or something?"

Completely caught off-guard, John was unable to follow through with an answer. He couldn't even utter a word.

She gladly picked up from there. "I mean, for a guy who willingly banged all the groupies and ring-rats that presented themselves to you, you seem pretty uninterested in any of that stuff with me."

"What? Hell no!" John's face expressed horror. "That's different! How can you even compare yourself to them? They…they were just for a good time."

Alyssa's facial expression didn't change. "So I'm not a good time?"

"That's not what I meant." John cursed himself at his inability to make her feel better. Still wrapped around her legs, he took both of her hands before continuing to say, "you're definitely a good time, but those girls were strictly for a good time. It's all in the body with them, but with you, it's way more than that."

"Alright, I get it," she simply smiled.

Not sure if she completely meant it, he went on to say, "I just don't wanna fuck this up so…I'm going a little slow."

He seemed shy to admit that. This man who slammed bodies for a living had a soft spot and that soft spot was for her. She couldn't deny how sexy that was, and it did nothing to please her already racing libido.

But he was right about the slow pace. She didn't want to fuck this up, either.

John continued talking. "I-I can't even talk to you about my feelings and you expect me to physically show you?"

This forced a good laugh out of Alyssa. It was flattering. The same guy who wasted no time to bang groupies after shows was willing to wait. Sensing his nerves, she grabbed his face and began massaging it. "Relax, John. I get it. Just kiss me."

Without protest, he closed the space between them and met her lips again. They alternated between kisses involving tongue and kisses that were simple pecks. After all, that was all they could work with for now. With a less clouded judgment, Alyssa was able to stop before she knew John would want to pull away again.

"It's getting late."

"Yeah," he said softly.

"I should probably go."

"No, you shouldn't."

She found her bottom lip in between her teeth. This guy was driving her crazy, and he didn't even try. She was torn between wanting to spend as much time him and wanting him, all of him. But she couldn't have him now. She shouldn't have him now. If she did, she'd have him just as easily as a groupie. Although he made it clear that she was incomparable to them, she still wasn't willing to put herself in the same division. Besides, she herself was still trying to process her feelings and her carnal wishes may just push her over the edge.

It was hard to react when she heard him say, "sleepover."

She knew he was asking for an innocent one, and she had no problem with that. Still, that one word took awhile to register. Once it did, she knew her answer immediately. To hell with her libido. She wouldn't mind suppressing it another night if it meant having him to wake up to.

"Okay, but can we just sleep now? You have a long day tomorrow."

John smiled. "Yeah, we can try, but I know how you are so just say something if you can't sleep. We'll watch TV, order food, or something."

She kissed him one more time and smiled. "I'd love that."

Their days, and now nights, together just kept getting better and better.

Randy's days, and now nights, just kept getting worse and worse. Last night, the same night he was supposed to ask his wife on a date, they'd gotten into an argument over the phone. The couple argued about postage stamps. Postage stamps! Sam mentioned they were running out, so he suggested she buy a pack from Costco. She went on to say she knew a better deal and that he would've known better if he was around more often. Then, he argued that she knew before they married that his job commanded most of his time and that she knew what she was getting herself into.

Problem was, he wasn't sure what he'd gotten himself into. He was happy for part of the marriage, a small fraction, but a part nonetheless. The other parts he spent pretending to be happy, pretending to be in love. He was fooled by the beautiful face and the good sex. There was only so much pretending a person could take. She'd proven time and time again that her presence was only toxic to his mood. She argued with him over the most trivial of things and showed no signs of concern for him. She complained about him being away often, but did she ever consider how it was for him? Did she ever think how hard it was to travel from city to city, to sleep from hotel room to hotel room, to be away from his own bed for days on end? She didn't have her husband home, but he didn't have a wife around either. She never considered that. She was too busy talking shit to him, she never considered any of it.

So, with no concern about the well-being of his marriage, Randy hung up on her last night and didn't contact her again.

It'd been over 24 hours since they last talked, but Randy didn't mind.

What he did mind was the fact that he hadn't talked to Alyssa all day, either. He tried to get a hold of her during breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but she quickly dismissed him and said she was already busy.

Already busy? Since when did she get too busy for her best friend?

Randy sighed. This wasn't the first night he was spending alone, that was for sure. These nights of solitude were familiar to him now and had gotten even worse just recently. He itched to get a hold of Alyssa one more time, but he knew better not to. He couldn't handle another rejection.

So, desperate to escape his burdened thoughts, Randy immersed himself into the past. Alyssa was the last thing on his mind that night.

Randy couldn't believe it. The worst day of his life somehow turned out to be the best. In his whole sixteen years of existence, he's never felt so alive. It was all thanks to one person. It was all thanks to his best friend.

"Damn, I love you."

Alyssa looked at him proudly. "I love you too, Rands. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"How could I not feel better? Look at this!"

They eyed the city of Los Angeles, elevated 3,000 feet from the ground. They'd spent the last two hours hiking up a mountain and was now rewarded with this panoramic view. It was breathtaking. The city lights stretched on for miles, and Randy swore this was the second most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The first being right next to him.

He looked at her and smiled once more. "That hike kicked my ass, but it was the best ass kicking of my life."

Alyssa laughed. "I knew you'd love it up here."

Randy took in a deep breath and was surprised a smile stayed on his face. "It's not just this, I loved getting up here with you. It made me feel small in a good way. I mean…there I was, sulking over the fact that my girlfriend cheated on me and dumped me. Then you brought me here and made me see how much more there is out there. Not to mention, this was one hell of a challenge. Weren't you worried I wouldn't have made it all the way up?"

Alyssa laughed. "I have to confess something, Rands. I was scared shitless to go up here."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Then why'd you bring us here?"

"Because what better reason to get over my fear if it meant that it'd help you get over yours?"

Randy stared at her in amazement before swinging his arm over her shoulders. "You're the best, you know that?"

She giggled against him, her face comfortably buried into his chest.

Randy took in another breath and admired the view.

Who needs girlfriends when you have a best friend like that?

A harsh stream of light hovered over the bed. Alyssa hated light as alarm clocks and was damned that the curtains had been left wide open. This morning didn't feel like a welcoming one, but the sight of John next to her quickly changed her mind. She smiled.

"You stare at people in their sleep often?" she teased him.

"No, I just stare at the ones I like," he answered softly. "Just you."

His voice was even sexier in the morning, she thought. She couldn't resist to kiss him right then and there, and he gladly welcomed it. John placed his hand behind her head, burying his fingers into her hair. The two fell into another one of their make-out sessions before a phone emitted sound. John raised his eyebrows, his lips still somewhat intact with hers.

"Silly! Have you never heard a phone before?"

John's eyebrows resumed its normal height. He frowned. "I don't like interruptions when I'm with you."

Alyssa chuckled before scooting towards the edge of the bed. She checked her phone and saw that she'd gotten a text. "It's Sam."

"She okay?"

"I…" Alyssa continued to read the message on her phone. "…don't think so."

She turned to John with a look he didn't like to see. He frowned, mirroring her own expression.

"She says that Randy's been ignoring her and that she doesn't know what to do anymore."

"I thought Randy was supposed to ask her on a date?"

"I guess that didn't go well," she shrugged, leaving her shoulders limp.

John didn't like the uneasiness in her demeanor. Like he'd said yesterday, she was too pretty to be doing that. The world was a much better place when she smiled. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and simply looked at her.

She pouted. "I gotta do some damage control."

"Go for it," he supported. "What do you have in mind?"

She rested her cheek on his hand before answering. "We needa physically get them together. Should we have dinner again? Us four? That way, we can mediate the crime scene."

John enjoyed the slightest bit of humor she infused. "Sounds good. Let's do it."

"Let's go! Let's go right now!"

Before John was able to protest, Alyssa pulled him out of bed.

"What? Right now?" All the blood drained out of John's face. His lips were left parted.

"Yes, right now." Alyssa straightened her hair in the mirror then looked at him. "Good thing we're still dressed from last night, huh?"

John couldn't even answer. He was still trying to get off the shock of being pulled away from the most comfortable morning he's ever had. He was in heaven on those sheets with her and now he was standing and on his way to see Randy? No offense, but Randy was the last person he wanted to see. The last person next to everyone else. John selfishly didn't want to see anyone. He just wanted Alyssa.

He stared at her as she interlaced their hands and led them outside.

It wasn't until they got to the elevator that he was able to speak up. "What are we doing exactly?"

"Waking up Randy."

A ping announced their arrival on the 14th floor. Randy's floor. As they stepped out, they immediately came to contact with him. Turns out, he was on his way down to the lobby.

Randy didn't look too happy. He was so immersed into his foul mood, he didn't notice John quickly unlace his hand from Alyssa.

"Randy-" she started to say, but he cut her off.

His voice was sharp.

"Is this why you've been ignoring me? You've been with this guy?" Randy didn't give them enough time to answer before he stepped around them and got into the elevator. He was shaking his head and mumbling words they couldn't understand.

Paralyzed, the two stayed put as the elevator doors closed behind them. The image of Randy's icy stare lingered in their minds long after he disappeared.

"What the hell?" John spoke out.

Alyssa brought her fingers to her bottom lip. "He's probably mad since I ignored him yesterday."

"So he refers to me as this guy? As if we've never even spoken to each other?" John's heard that tone of voice before and it was to the guys Randy vehemently tried to shoo away from Alyssa.

"I don't think you should take it personally," she said, without following through with good reasons.

An exasperated sigh escaped John's lips.

"He's…he's probably just mad at me for ignoring him, and he took it out on you. It's not you, John. He's just mad at the fact that I haven't been giving him time. Plus, he has a lot going on."

"Al, that doesn't give him a reason to be hostile towards me."

"I don't think he was being hostile towards you. He's just stressed out," she explained.

John ran a hand over his head and nodded. He didn't know what else to say. He's heard Alyssa make excuses for Randy's actions millions of times before. Whatever Randy did, wrong or right, she backed him up. John could only hope that it never work against him one day.

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