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Oh, fuck. Alyssa's head was throbbing even before she opened her eyes. This could not be good.

She raised her eyelids slowly and was relieved when her pupils came to no contact with light. The curtains were closed, thank goodness.

"Mmmm," she moaned. She got on her elbows and looked around. There was absolutely no memory of how she got here or of anything else from last night. She helplessly crashed her head back on the pillow and sighed. "I could stay here all day."

She closed her eyes momentarily and dreamed of someone knocking on her door. The knocking became relentless. She opened her eyes and groaned after realizing it wasn't a dream.

"You seriously makin' me get up?" she scoffed at her unknown and unwanted knocker.

The knocking didn't stop.

"Fuckin' shit." She bitterly pulled out of bed and sluggishly dragged herself towards the door. She opened it.

"Alyssa!"

A pair of startling arms were wrapped around her in a split second. It didn't process until after she pulled away. She blinked. "Nice to see you, too, John."

His face fell. Oh. She probably doesn't remember last night.

"I'm sorry for barging in. I've been up all night, and I couldn't wait to see you. Are you okay?"

"Well…I have a fatass hangover."

He frowned. "Other than that, are you okay?"

"Yeah?" She blinked.

And so did he.

"John, I don't mind you standing there, but are you gonna come in or not? I wanna go back to bed." She was beginning to feel herself drift.

"I'll come in," he replied softly.

She nodded her head in approval then turned on her heel. He closed the door behind them and watched as she got on the bed.

"Never again," she mumbled softly. "Alcohol is not worth it."

When she heard no follow-up statement from John, she eyed him curiously. He wasn't the one with the hangover, but he looked even worse than her.

"Are you okay?"

"I don't know," he answered honestly. He's been wanting to talk to her for so long, but now that she was here, he couldn't bring himself to it. She seemed so oblivious to the depths of what transpired just a few hours ago. He didn't want to ruin her morning like he ruined her last night.

Alyssa furrowed her eyebrows. "Why aren't you okay?"

"Do you even remember last night?"

She shook her head nonchalantly. "Not really."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Then suddenly, it hit her. Mickie James, John's ex-girlfriend. She frowned. "John, this is too heavy for breakfast."

"Do you wanna get something to eat?" he asked out of his will. Her not wanting to talk was starting to wear him out thin, but he was helpless.

"Please?" She smiled sweetly.

Of course, John couldn't deny her. He offered his hand to help her up and off they went for food.

"I've never been so happy to eat. That meal was so good to me," Alyssa fancied as she got back into the elevator. John and her had just finished eating, and they were on their way back to her room. She burped.

John laughed casually. The atmosphere between them had been casual all morning- kind of like the way things were before they started dating. His eyes buckled at the thought of them going back to being just friends. He dismissed that thought as quickly as it went.

"I just wanna be lazy today," Alyssa said.

"I'll be lazy with you."

"Sounds good. You should be resting anyway. You're leaving in two days."

Oh, fuck. John hadn't thought about Australia. He couldn't bare the thought right now; he had other things to do before then. For one, talk to Alyssa. He grabbed his opportunity once they got to her room.

"Can you tell me now?" he asked her.

"Tell you what?" She sat against the headboard and looked up at him wonderingly.

"What you remember from last night."

She almost wanted to roll her eyes. Why was he so heavy on this topic? "Are you gonna join me in bed?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

John didn't take his eyes off Alyssa as he hopped on. He sat facing her with his feet parallel to the headboard.

"Tell me."

"So damn eager," she teased. A playful smile was on her face.

John frowned. She's obviously not too serious about this, but he was. He wanted to finally set things straight. "Alyssa."

"What, John?" her expression changed. "Why is last night so important?"

"Because-"

"Mickie James." She let that name play her lips again. "Mickie James. Is that who you wanna talk about? Because I don't."

John opened his mouth, but he couldn't muster up a response. How'd she go from playful to intimidating? He waited awhile before he asked a question. "Why not?"

"I just don't want to."

"So you're okay?"

"Okay as in?"

"Okay about her as my ex-girlfriend."

Alyssa closed her eyes. She didn't expect hearing this to have so much effect on her. John's ex-girlfriend: the girl he used to sleep with, the girl he used to kiss, the girl he used to hold, the girl he was probably head over heels for. Does he still have feelings for her? She shuddered at the thought.

"So you're okay?" John repeated.

She shook her head. "I never said that."

"Then you need to talk to me, Alyssa."

She held his gaze in silence. Talking about her insecurities was so foreign to her. She could talk to him about anything else, anything, just not that. She's suppressed it for so long, she didn't know how to bring it up again. It'd been a tangled complication for years, and she's given up the thought that someone would actually bother to understand. Including her. But somehow, the way John looked at her and the way his eyes urged and pleaded with her, she pulled some strength. "Okay, lets talk."

He dove right in. "What were you thinking when you learned about her?"

"I was…caught off guard. I mean, we've been friends for awhile but last night was still the first time I heard about her."

"The reason's simple. She wasn't important."

"But she was your girlfriend."

"That's just a title. You're not my girlfriend, but you're important. See how that works both ways?"

Alyssa bit her lip. The man had a point. "Okay…but…you guys were a secret too?"

"Yeah, we were."

"I respect that, I mean… you two are entitled to doing whatever you want…"Alyssa trailed off. She wasn't sure where she was going with this.

A small grin crept to John's lips. "But you felt weird finding out we were a secret too, huh? The odds."

She nodded. Just saying yes was definitely easier than having to say it.

"Well, the reasons I wanted to keep Mickie a secret is completely different from the reason I wanted to keep us a secret." John paused. He wanted her to fully register what he said before he continued.

And she did. He referred to Mickie, alone, as a secret while he referred to them as a union. The difference had to mean something.

"It was all physical with Mickie. I had sex with her before the first date even happened. Our one night stand turned into a second night stand, then a third night stand, and so on. We were traveling so much, it was hard to find other people. We went to each other for our sexual frustrations. She wanted a little more so, I asked her to be my girlfriend. I did it for the sex, not her."

John watched Alyssa's face transform with relief. He continued. "My relationship with Mickie was a secret because I was ashamed and well, because I was a jackass."

"I see." Alyssa nodded slowly. This was starting to make sense. Kind of.

"We kept at it for about a month then I told her I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't wanna lead the girl on," John storied. "And the reason why Randy knows is because he'd caught her leaving my room multiple times and started teasing me. He went and asked Mickie if anything was going on, and she told him."

Alyssa raised her eyebrows. "She snitched?"

"Eh, yeah, but I didn't care. I was planning to dump her anyway."

"I see."

"And you," John paused.

This change of subject startled her. The way he was looking at her made her heart patter even faster.

"I wanted to keep us a secret for a different reason. I didn't want any interferers."

No interferers? Us? How did hearing that make her heart rate shoot up the roof?

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Mickie myself and for the way you were bombarded with the news last night. That was stupid of me. I should've told you. It's a part of my past, and if we really are gonna build this future together, we have to know these things to better understand each other. But by me not telling you, that doesn't change anything. Everything I said about how I feel about you is true."

She nodded, carefully assimilating the significance of his words.

"But if you feel uncomfortable with us being a secret, just let me know. I'll go tell the whole world right now."

Alyssa chuckled. "Silly, I don't mind keeping us a secret for now. I prefer it, actually. I just thought it was weird when I found out you had another secret woman. But you've explained that to me, so I'm okay."

John nodded. "I have a follow up question then."

"What?"

"Why did you drink so much last night?"

"I…don't know? I mean, I was on my period last night if that says anything. TMI, PMS?" She was after some comic relief, but John barely laughed. She sighed and looked down at her fingers. She began nervously knotting them together.

John's voice brought her head back up.

"I wanna know Alyssa. I saw a part of you last night I never wanna see again, not if I can help it."

"I was just drunk," she stated matter of factly.

"You were, but why? You never go over your limit. Was it because of Mickie? Of me?"

"Partially. But most of it was because of me and my issues. This is all new to me, and I guess that was my way of freaking out." She waited for John to respond and when he didn't, she continued. "But thank you. Thank you for trying to communicate with me."

"No," John shook his head. "Thank you. This is new to you, but you're not running from it."

She shook her head. "Not this time, not from you. I can't imagine wanting to go anywhere else."

Upon hearing that, John felt his whole body relax to a tenfold. It's like a dam had been broken, washing away all his worries. He smiled at her. "You have no idea how bad I wanna kiss you right now."

"Then do it," she challenged him. Her eyes flickered with invite.

John wasted no time moving across the bed to meet his lips with hers. Suddenly, both of them felt strengthened and weakened all at the same time. He dug his fingers into her hair, feeling her body crumble beneath him. Their lips glided with each other impeccably and only stopped to look at each other.

Alyssa felt frozen under his gaze and he smiled.

"I've been wanting to do that since last night," he whispered.

"Well, I believe we have all day."

With a cheesy smile still on his face, John responded by crashing his lips back to hers.

"Johhhhhhnnnnnn!" Alyssa squealed. "I hate being ticked!"

"And I hate getting my ass-"

Before John could finish his sentence, Alyssa sent another heavy blow to his behind. Not only did she slap, but she kept her hand in place and grabbed it.

He looked at her vindictively. Oh this is war now.

He pinned her down then worked his hands all over her sides. And this was just for starters. He knew she was ticklish on nearly all areas of her body. This was too easy.

"Ugh! Johnnnn!"

Her screams didn't stop him from continuing his torment. He knew if he stopped, she'd get him right back. He trailed his working hands down to her thighs and her whole body rocketed.

"Ugh!" she squirmed under him. She reached up to scratch his face, desperate to fight him off, but he grabbed her hand before it got to him.

"You're not very fair!" she pouted in frustration.

"I know," he smirked. His hands returned frantically to her sides.

Alyssa began to pant, feeling like she'd combust at any minute. His hands were doing crazy things to her. Then suddenly, a light bulb went off in her head. She knew exactly how to make him stop. She brought her hand to the straps of her tank and began pulling it down.

John froze at the sight of her bare shoulder. He looked like a statue. "What are you doing?"

"Flashing you." She lowered more fabric, exposing the top part of her breasts. She knew exactly what effect this had on him, and she was glad to use it against him.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop! I'll stop!" He put up both hands and eased off of her.

Pulling her straps back up, she smiled. "I win."

John glared at her. "You're something else, I swear."

He shook his head momentarily before he leaned down to kiss her.

Cupping his cheeks, she smiled. "And you still don't want to have sex with me."

"Wha-" was all John could say. It wasn't even a full word. It's like his whole vocabulary had deserted him.

"I think I get it. Is it because that's all you did with Mickie, and you want us to be different?"

Looking displeased, John shook his head. "Mickie has nothing to do with you, Alyssa. No woman has any affect on me except for you."

She couldn't help but smile. "Pleased to know."

"I'm just waiting for the right time, okay? Is that so hard to believe?"

Alyssa bit her lip. "It's cute."

"I'm not trying to be cute. Why do you bring this up, anyway? Are you that anxious to get in my pants?"

Alyssa titled her head to the side, a mischievous smile on her face. "You'll never know until you try, John."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't temp me."

"I'm not."

Feeling tightness in his shorts, John got off and laid beside her. "You know how scared I was last night?"

"Wow, what a change of subject." Alyssa looked at him and even his expression seemed to change. He looked more serious now. Going along, she asked him a question. "Why were you scared?"

"I thought I was gonna lose you."

Alyssa laughed. She didn't understand. "Why? Because I got drunk?"

"Because I made you go over your limit."

"John, I know I was pretty out of it last night, but I'm pretty you didn't shove the alcohol down my throat."

"Yeah, but you got drunk and I know it was because of me."

"It wasn't. I told you earlier, it was me and my issues. I acted poorly, and I take all responsibility."

"I wouldn't say poorly."

"John, I practically shunned you all night, got real drunk that I don't even remember or want to remember what the hell I did, when I simply could've just avoided all that by talking to you. That was pretty poor judgment of me. I apologize."

"First of all, you didn't shun me. You were by my side most of the night. You were emotionally distant, yeah. But I can't blame you for wanting space after you caught me lying. Second of all, why are you even apologizing?"

"Well, first of all, I don't consider keeping secrets as lies. And second of all, I'm apologizing for my bad actions."

"Apology not accepted." John shook his head.

Alyssa's mouth dropped.

"Apology not needed."

"Apology well needed! I was being immature last night. I should've just talked to you instead of going all wild."

"I could give a shit if you acted wilder than you did. I was more worried about you and how you were feeling. You're entitled to react however the hell you want."

"And I probably embarrassed myself in the process."

"So what? You had your reasons for reacting the way that you did and no one else has to understand. It's none of their business."

"Okay, but I still could've avoided that if I had just talked to you."

"But you didn't think of that then. Don't beat yourself up about it, now."

"Okay, okay." Alyssa stared up at the ceiling. How did she get so lucky to have this man beside her? He was so understanding and patient. She glanced over at him and saw that he was staring, too. "So….we've made it through one bad night with me."

"Good, bad, rich, poor, I'll take it all. I want you, Alyssa, every single bit of you."

"Well, you have me more than anyone's ever had me."

"I know."

"If you know then why were you scared last night?"

"Because seeing you like that, it-" John paused. He was having a hard time admitting this. "To me, it justified Randy and his overbearingness."

"Oh." Alyssa thought about this for a moment. "So you agree with him that I shouldn't be in a relationship?"

"No, I don't agree. I just thought you would."

Alyssa smiled. "Well, John, you'll never know until you try."

John set his lips into a straight line. His eyes were smiling. "Yeah, I've heard."

Alyssa laughed. "We've been cooped up in this room all day, shall we go out? I'm craving some dessert."

"Let's get you some then." John wasted no second to head them out of the door.

The comfort and intimacy they shared in the room followed them right outside. Not giving a shit about anything else in the world, the two wrapped themselves into each other's arms. They contemplated on which dessert to get and decided on crepes when they got to the lobby. As they were stepping out, someone called John's name. The couple turned and saw Sam staring curiously at their embrace. Oh, fuck.