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I laid there, my head resting on Dean's bare chest, completely exposed. Both physically and emotionally.

We didn't say anything, only rested out bodies together. It was relaxing, but at the same time, draining. I wanted to know what he was thinking, and I wanted to know how I was feeling, all at the same time.

I didn't know anything anymore. The only thing that I knew for sure was that I didn't know what I was doing, and we needed to be back at the arena in a few hours for the show.

Suddenly, I felt Jon lean down and kiss the top of my head. It was a sweet gesture, yet it made chills run down my spine. The feeling of uneasiness was growing stronger and stronger with every second I laid there.

"What's next?" I asked, bringing my hand and laying it on his stomach.

He let out a sigh, causing my head to rise and fall upon him. "I don't know."

Rolling onto my back, I pulled the sheets to cover my chest and I threw my hands onto my face. "Did we really just do that?"

"Yeah," he mumbled and I heard the sound of a lighter being opened, followed by the strong scent of a cigarette.

"Really?" I asked, looking at him. "You know how much I hate that."

"Sorry, Princess."

"And, I told you to stop calling me that."

He only laughed before putting out the cigarette. He rolled over and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck. Again, the uneasiness was building up again, but I didn't know why. I mean...it wasn't the strangest thing to ever happen to me. Then again, I did just have sex with my best friend. The only person who understands me. And, of course, it's only going to ruin everything.

"We're going to be late for the show," I mumbled as he began to kiss my neck again. I knew that this was wrong, but I couldn't help but enjoy the feeling.

Gripping tighter onto my waist, he pulled me on top of him, and suddenly we were face-to-face. Our eyes never parted, and I don't know what came over me, but I bent down and kissed him. Before we could go any further, my phone began to buzz from across the room.

Jon groaned as I rolled off of him and wrapped the sheets tightly around my body. I reached into my pants' pocket and pulled out my phone to see that it was Colby calling.

"Who is it," he groaned. He was on his side, staring right at me.

I couldn't help but blush as his entire body was being exposed to me. "Colby." I pressed talk and turned to face away from Jon. "Colby, hey."

"Cheyenne, you're freaking me out. I called Jon again, but he didn't answer. Did you find him?"

I turned back and looked at Jon, who was now staring at the ceiling. "Yeah, I did."

"Well, where was he? Did you bring him back?"

"I have him with me right now. And, we'll be at the arena in about ten minutes or so." I hung up and turned to face Jon.

"What did he want?" He asked grabbing my hand.

"He's been calling you. Why are you ignoring him?"

He pulled me down onto the bed and crawled on top of me. "Do we have to talk about him right now?" He had already started to place butterfly kisses on my neck and collarbone, so I lightly pushed him away.

"Jon," I stopped him. 'We have to head back to the arena."

"I don't want to," he mumbled as he continued to push forward and kiss me.

Suddenly, he was pressing against me, and I couldn't resist. We went through another round before I dragged him to get ready. Once we were dressed, we piled into my car and I took him back to the arena.

"So, what are we going to do?" I asked once I put my car into a parking spot.

We both sat there, staring off. He sighed. "You're going to go back to Orton, aren't you?"

I closed my eyes. I was realizing how badly this was affecting him. "Not if it hurts you," I promised.

He looked at me, and I faced him. We looked into each other's eyes for awhile before he left the car abruptly without a goodbye. It was then that I rested my hands on the steering wheel and crashed my face against them.

I was watching Jon, Colby and Joe's match from the monitor backstage, all alone. I found it easier to watch alone, because then nobody could distract me or ask any questions about anything. Plus, it was a much better way to think about everything that was going on with my life.

How could I do this to Jon? And, what about Randy? Jon's my best friend...and all I've done is lead him on to think that there's something going on between us. And, there was something, I thought, between Randy and I. None of this was fair to me.

Sitting back against the leather couch, I closed my eyes to rest when I heard a door open and close.

"Hey, Cheyenne."

I opened my eyes and saw Randy, towering over me. "Randy...what are you doing here?"

"I asked around, and everyone told me that you were in here." He smiled, and sat down next to me.

Remembering the promise that I'd made to Jon, I backed up a little bit. "Well, you found me." My voice was low and dry. I knew that the cameras were right behind us, and considering his usual stance on privacy, I was confused as to why Randy was so persistent on being there with me at that moment. "What can I help you with?"

"We never got around to making any plans to hang out or anything before you ran off in a rush."

I smiled and looked down. "I thought you said you weren't good in relationships."

"I'm not," he assured. "But, I am a good chef. And, I was hoping that you would join me, as a friend, for dinner at my place sometime."

His words were ringing through my ears, and I tried my best to stay composed. "Your place? As in, your place in St. Louis?"

"Well, actually, I don't have a place in St. Louis anymore." I nodded, remembering how he had recently moved out after his divorce. "But, my house in Orlando is just as inviting." He smiled at me, and I returned the gesture.

I had nearly forgotten that Jon's match was still playing on the TV. Even though the episodes of Smackdown! weren't live, they were still broadcasted on the monitors backstage for the rest of the roster to watch. Which, in this scenario, wasn't helping me forget about the promise I'd made.

"I don't know, Randy." I didn't want to come right out and tell him about all the things that Jon had told me over the past few months. Especially if none of them were true. That would be down right embarrassing.

"Come on, Chey," he pleaded.

My heart nearly stopped. He had never called me by my shortened name, and it made me instantly feel safe.

I stood my ground. "Don't you think we're moving things a little too fast?"

"Too fast?" He chuckled. "I've seen you half naked."

Rolling my eyes, I bit my tongue. "I thought you were letting that go."

"Listen, it'll just be one night. All we have to do is eat some dinner, maybe watch a movie. Nothing too romantic, I promise."

It took me a second, but I finally rested. "Nothing too romantic?" I asked, making it sound more like a statement rather than a question.

"Nothing too romantic," he confirmed.

I smiled. "One night wouldn't hurt."

But, I was wrong. I was painfully, painfully wrong.