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The inviting sweet scent that filled the house welcomed Jeff upon his arrival from the barbershop after he left Dylan, his worker to handle the slow business while he collect lunch. He found himself in the kitchen where he saw Annie, taking out the muffins from the tray and letting them cool down. She's been restless over the past few days and cannot sit still and Jeff can sense that something's been keeping her off her seat, bothering her.

'Is that for me?' he asked her, gaining her attention. A soft smile appeared on her face that little while ago was filled with concentration as she was neatly lining the cooked muffins up.

'Yes but they're still hot,' Annie replied as she turned towards the fridge, opening it to take put the carton of milk back, 'is it still raining outside, Gramps?' casually, she asked while Jeff crept to take one of the muffins, completely ignoring her warning.

'It settled down, for now, I heard it'll be raining all week,' replied Jeff.

'I packed your lunch, it's over there in the counter, I packed some for Dylan too,' Annie informed him, turning to look back at him only to see her grandfather munching away on a piece of muffin, it was as if the heat did not affect him as he munched away hungrily, she could only laugh. 'Do you want me to pack you some of the muffins too?'

'That would be great, kid,' with a grin, Jeff replied. He watched as Annie pull out a small container from one of the drawers. 'Hey Annie,' he began, once more, gaining her attention, 'you know that Moxley kid, he's back in town, he's at the gym right now,' he continued as Annie turned away, so that her grandfather wouldn't be able to see her flushed cheeks.

'And how did you know that?' Annie suspiciously asked while Jeff watched her place a couple of muffins on the container. She handed it to him and Jeff shoved the container inside the bag that contained the rest of his food.

'I saw the kid on my way here,' came Jeff's simple reply. 'So are you coming along with me?' raising an eyebrow, he asked, Annie weighed her options. A big part of her soared in excitement from the knowledge she collected that Jon's back in town but another small part of her don't want her grandfather to see through her happiness about the news she just received.

'Gramps,' she started, 'I called him an ass on our last encounter, do you think I should see him today and apologise?' maybe she was being delusional with the need to see him and Annie needs someone right now to confirm whether what she's doing is right. Jeff chuckled at this information and grabbed his bag of lunch.

'Maybe you'd want to pack some of those muffins for him as compensation, in case an apology isn't enough,' laughed Jeff.

Annie felt ridiculous about fifteen minutes later while she stood outside the gym as the rain poured, in her left hand was the container full of muffins and on her right was her umbrella, drenched already from the merciless rain. The more she stood outside, the more she felt ridiculous. Is she really going to apologise to him? And give him some muffins with that apology?

Half naked and clad merely in a pair of his gym shorts, Jon grabbed his bag next to Sami. Now that his training session at the gym finished, he was left wondering to himself what he should do next. Throwing his damp white towel over his shoulder, his gym bag followed next. Sami looked up, realising Jon was about to leave.

'Where are you going?' curious now, Sami asked. He was almost eager to hear Jon's response for he knew already that Jon's been craving to see that brunette singer all week. When Jon didn't reply, Sami watched the man turn to leave. 'Don't blow it, Jon, I think she's the one!' he called out, Jon rolled his eyes upon hearing this. She is not the one because there is no one. Those sorts of things are just stupid little ideologies that Hollywood movies planted on people's mind from one generation to the next, Jon thought to himself bitterly.

It was the rain that welcomed Jon when he stepped out of the gym. Then she came next to welcome him, shocking Jon. There she stood so beautifully with her long hair in a braid, her body hidden beneath a large printed t-shirt advertising an Indian restaurant from Manhattan and a pair of grey gym pants, depriving Jon from ravishing the body hidden beneath it with one glance. 'Hello Jon,' upon hearing her voice, Jon lost all the thoughts he was thinking about before he left the gym, thoughts the revolved around the fact that she's not the one.

'Stalking me again, sunshine?' he asked, addressing her in that pet name that seems to suit her perfectly. He watched her hazel eyes scanned him the way he studied her, she embraced the sight of his half naked form with her cheeks a rosy pink colour, Jon smirked at this. 'Do you like what you see?' he asked cockily as she looked away.

'I, I brought you something,' she told him after clearing her throat, in Annie's poor attempts to ward off any further thoughts about him. Jon eyed the large Tupperware container in her hand as she handed it to him without further words. 'That's for being…rude, the last time we saw each other. I shouldn't have called you an ass, that was very rude of me, I'm sorry,' quietly, she told him, face burning under his blue eyes' gaze.

Jon took the container from her and curiously opened it, revealing its fresh, warm contents. 'If this is your way of poisoning me to make my sorry ass pay-,' he started but stopped when she took the container from his hands, a frown marring her pretty face.

'If you don't want it, I have no problem with it,' she told him with a glare, muttering something about ungrateful losers under her breath, Jon merely chuckled. 'I should go, good day to you, Jon,' with one last death glare his way, Annie turned to leave, a part of her hoping he'd call out her name, take her back, kiss her under the rain…wait a minute.

'Why so serious?' there was mockery in his voice when he called out his words, disturbing Annie's inner battle within herself about his feelings for him. 'Get your stubborn ass back here if you want to come along while I pick up some coffee,' again, he called out but Annie continued walking. She's not going to give him pleasure by going back to him, no, he should be the one running after her.

Groaning to himself, Jon was welcomed by the rain as he jogged after her, trailing behind. When he did caught up, he took her umbrella off her hands and held it himself, to accommodate both of them. 'What are you doing?' she asked him, looking up to see his blue eyes gazing down at her.

'Well, duh, to pick up my coffee, you're headed to the way I'm headed and I need protection from the rain,' he smugly replied, Annie frowned to learn that pursuing her was not the reason behind his little act. 'So, sunshine, where are you headed?' casually, he asked her whilst grabbing the container of muffins off her hands, knowing that it rightfully belongs to him. Annie didn't even try to take it back from him and continued to walk.

'I'm going home once you hand me my umbrella back,' Annie's reply came. She was almost disappointed when she caught the café ahead, she's been waiting all week to see him and it's disappointing to know that they only spent a few minutes together, she brushed the thought away and refused to acknowledge it any more.

'How about I drop you home?' he offered, 'you don't have a car, do you?' his question was so casual, as if they were the best of buddies and that made Annie smile, his ability to be an ass accusing her of attempting to poison him one minute and a sweet little pumpkin offering her a ride home the next.

'No,' came her response and Jon was happy that she didn't say anything to deny him of the task he volunteered to do.

When they entered the café, Annie waited for him while he picked up his drink by sitting herself down on one of the empty tables. She watched him from afar while he conversed with the blonde woman behind the counter and felt a sizzling pang of jealousy cook beneath her core. He looked amazing with the lack of shirt and it's not only Annie who thinks so because the blonde has been eyeing him too.

Jon returned by her side carrying a couple of cups, he handed one to her, surprising Annie. 'I don't drink coffee,' she informed him, Jon merely smiled and forced her to hold the cup he was handing her.

'I know you don't sunshine, it's hot chocolate,' he replied coolly and watched on with satisfaction as a familiar tinge of redness crept up her neck. She'd give him extra points for making a perfect guess, although he's already a hundred out of ten in her scale, particularly in the looks department.

She walked with Jon to his car while the rain continued to pour. Annie liked his company. There was something about his company that makes her heart race, her cheeks turn red and the butterflies in her stomach soar and she like that feeling. When they stopped in front of his car, he opened the door of the passenger side for her with the umbrella still in his hand, serving as their protector from the rain.

'Thank you,' shyly, she murmured as she took a seat inside, the leather seat squeaking under the shift of her weight as Jon shut the door loudly. It was Jon's dominating scent that welcomed Annie as she sat in the car, putting her seat belt on, she caught of whiff of the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco. When Jon entered the car, Annie never really realised how big he is until she was this close to him. His half naked body exposed his lightly tanned skin concealing the masses of muscles and with his muscular, athletic physique came his tall six foot four stature. He placed his cup of coffee on one of the car's built in cup holders and proceeded to throw his gym bag at the back seat followed by her wet umbrella.

'Where to?' he asked her, turning his baby blue eyes her way, the attention made Annie blush like a school girl. Quietly, she told him her address while he started the engine of his old car. The radio began playing a loud, obnoxious song and Annie was almost tempted to change the station until she realised that this is not her car. On the other hand, Jon seemed to enjoy it as he soon increased the volume while he drove. The ride home was a quiet one but neither complained, it was a pleasant sort of silence, a type of silence that made them sense each other's deep thoughts.

The rain was no longer as violent and heavy when Jon stopped his car in the driveway of Annie's house. Without uttering a word, Jon turned the car engine off, eyes glued onto the woman next to him who looked back at him with a little smile playing between her lips. How would those lips feel? Would he stop thinking so much about her after a taste? 'Nice house,' he told her, the way he said it made Annie wonder if he was implying that he wanted an invitation in.

'T-Thank you, it's my Grampa's,' came her soothingly soft voice. 'Thank you for the hot chocolate and the ride home, Jon,' coyly, she told him. She looked at him with her hazel eyes, attempting to memorise every pure detail of his face. The more she looked at his face, the better looking she realised he looked, from his baby blue eyes to that subtle, silver hoop earring on his left earlobe. He was gorgeous. 'I-I should go,' breaking her gaze, Annie announced as she reached to open the door with a shaky hand.

The fresh air welcomed her the moment she stepped out of the car, freeing her from the unpleasant scent of alcohol and nicotine that surrounded her during her ride home. Without a second glance his way, Annie shut the car door and made her way to the porch. The sound of the car door opening stopped Annie from fishing for her keys as she turned to look towards the direction of Jon's car, he had stepped out and he's approaching her with his long, fast strides. Her heart hammered against her chest as she watched him climb up the steps of the porch, stopping right in front of her, close enough for her to smell him.

'You left your umbrella,' he told her, handing her the thing in his hand, Annie reached for it with shaky hands and when she did, Jon had pulled her towards him, allowing her soft, supple body to crash against his hard, rough one. Hazel eyes wide, she looked up at him to see that he was looking at her with a smirk between his lips and before Annie could register what she's getting herself into, Jon lowered his lips to meet hers.

Annie trembled against him from the contact and Jon felt it, satisfying him with the knowledge of how much of an effect he has on her. Her lips were soft and responsive when he'd kissed her harshly with need to feel some more. He doesn't normally kiss a lot of women, usually, he'd go right down to business with many and if he do end up kissing them, their lips are often greasy with their lip gloss, Annie's on the other hand felt nice and natural. Grabbing her ass and squeezing her flesh hard, Jon used it as his opportunity for his tongue to enter her warm mouth, Annie held onto him with her trembling hands, her legs had given out from the intensity of their exchange.

When they broke away, he merely looked at her breathless face with a smile. 'I'll see you at the wrestling match then?' he asked her yet it was a rhetorical question and Annie watched him go with the taste of his lips still lingering on hers.