"So let me get this straight…you meet a man who's a professional hockey player, he invites you to share his suite with him, and he doesn't make a single move on you at all?" Sydney's friend, Jane, replied over the phone. "Yeah, that's believable."
"I know it sounds crazy but it's true," Sydney said between bites of cheeseburger, "he hasn't made a move on me at all."
"You have your Mace right? Make sure you drink your own water and your own alcohol!"
Sydney shook her head. She knew her best friend was just trying to look out for her and she couldn't even be mad at her. She would probably give the same advice to one of her friends if they were doing the same thing. "Believe me, I have taken the proper precautions. No one is going to take advantage of anyone here."
"Good." Jane sat back on the couch and stretched her legs. "So tell me about your boo thang? Is he cute?"
Cute? Cute? Puppies were cute. Babies were cute. Dean was fucking incredible. "He's not bad looking." Sydney replied.
"Does he have all of his teeth?"
Dean had one of the most beautiful and charming smiles Sydney had ever seen. "I believe so."
"His eyes are okay? You know those hockey players have funky eyes from being on the ice so long."
Dean's eyes sparkled whenever he talked, like he was truly passionate about life. "I think so."
"What did you say his name was?" Jane asked again.
"Dean Ambrose," Sydney shrugged. "I guess it's spelled the way it's pronounced."
"I'll have Mike do some research on him and I'll call you back as soon as I know something." Jane wondered aloud. "I wonder if he's been on TMZ lately."
Sydney shook her head. Jane was the gossip columnist amongst her friends. If it wasn't for the fact she went into medical research, Jane had a lifelong calling in reporting the latest celebrity news. It seemed she knew everything about everyone, even people Sydney didn't know who the hell they were. "Please spare me the details." Sydney looked up and saw a grinning Dean stare back at her. He was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans that perfectly held onto his sculpted figure. Sydney almost choked on a French fry. "Jane, listen. I need to go. I'll talk to you later." She quickly hung up.
"Is everything okay?" Dean asked. "I didn't mean to scare you."
"No, no, no, no, no. Everything's fine!" She quickly gulped some soda and wiped her mouth. "I was just checking in with a friend. She couldn't believe what happened to me so expect my phone to go over a few more times tonight to make sure I'm okay."
"Understandable," Dean nodded, "she's a good friend."
"Meh. She has her moments."
"Was she one of the three this year?"
"Yep." Sydney nodded. "She's actually a pretty nice person when she's not planning a wedding."
"Ouch." Dean took a seat at the dining table, across from Sydney. "And you're still friends with her?"
"I told you I was insane."
Dean slightly nodded to Sydney. "How's your burger? I didn't know what to order for you so I just went with a staple."
"It's really, really good." She wiped her mouth. "Did you eat anything?"
"I ate earlier so I'm good." He yawned. "I just woke up from a nap myself."
"How long was I passed out for?"
"You were asleep for a while. I closed the door so I wouldn't disturb you." That was a half-truth. He closed the door so he would stop staring at her. She looked like an angel when she slept. Her long brown hair laid softly across the pillow and Dean had to stop himself from reaching and touching it.
"I guess wedding stuff finally caught up with me." She briefly thought about Jane's wedding. It was a non-stop affair from the time she arrived in Chicago to when she finally made it back to her hotel room. She probably slept for a total 16 hours within four days.
"Well, make sure you get your rest. I'll leave you alone so you can sleep."
"No, I'm awake now." She shrugged. "I'll probably be up for a while."
"Awesome," Dean leaned in, "what would you like to do?"
Missionary, first. Then I'll be on top. "What about a movie?" Sydney smiled.