Chapter 2

"I can't do this." I said immediately turning away from the door. I just wanted to run down the hallway, get in the elevator and head back to my hotel. Dean stopped me and whirled me around to face the hotel door.

"Shut up and knock."

With a groan I hit my knuckles against the door. Shuffling and a few confused whispers were heard from inside. After a few seconds Seth opened the door, cheeks full of the protein bar he had been eating. He didn't say anything at first but he made my heart race anyway. All those feelings that never quite left were resurfacing in a matter of seconds. My heart swelled with so many emotions I couldn't even begin to sort them out. I was anticipating a warm welcome, that he'd wrap me up in his strong arms and say how happy he was to see me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Seth said.

Well fuck me sideways, that was a fucking mood killer. "You asshole, I came to see you and Roman! You think after a year I might at least get the tiniest bit of a warm welcome."

"Why should I welcome you kindly? Last time I checked you ran off for a year and didn't even tell us where you were going! Do you know how fucking crazy you drove us?"

I knew this would happen. I just had gotten my hopes up too early. Hopefully he would at least let me explain myself.

"Seth, back off for a bit. She's got stuff to say and you should at least listen to her." Dean interjected. He really was my saviour.

The looming figure behind Seth came into view. That Samoan god was still as beautiful as ever. His eyes were a bit kinder than Seth's so maybe I'd have an easier time getting him to understand. "Hey, Ro..." I said softly.

"Where have you been?" he asked. His voice was even less threatening and more so filled with concern.

"That's why I'm here. I wanted to explain what's been going on. It's the least I owe you guys."

Seth scoffed and turned away from the door. He retreated to the hotel bed and sat down with a grunt. Dean kept his arm around me, I guess to protect me from the boy's unpredictability. Roman joined Seth on the bed and I sat across from them, taking deep breaths and trying to sort out my thoughts.

"Where's the kid? You could've at least told us when he was born." Seth yelled.

"First things first, I wasn't pregnant. It was a false alarm. Literally the stress of everything was making me sick to my stomach. I went to the doctor and got a test done and everything. There's no kid. And yeah, I know i really should have told you guys but I didn't know Dean had spilled the beans, once again."

I gave a glare towards my partner in crime who rolled his eyes. "Don't shoot the messenger. It was bound to come up sooner or later."

"So then why didn't you call or answer any of our messages? We wanted to see you. We were prepared for anything you threw at us." Roman said.

I let out a big sigh. "I wanted to talk to you guys, really. I knew you were worried but I seriously needed time to myself, to think about my career and the next steps I was going to take. Not for nothing but you two were clouding my thoughts every minute of everyday. I knew I was falling fast and I desperately needed to take a breather. I may have gone about it the right way but fuck, I always make mistakes."

"You think you can just come in here and say all this and expect us to forgive you? That isn't how this goes, Leena." Seth said.

"Don't you think I fucking know that? I wasn't expecting either you or Roman to just take me back as if nothing happened. Garunteed, there was a small part of me that hoped you would. I still care about you guys, more than you'll ever know."

"I care about you too but I need some time. You really did a number on us. It kinda...broke our hearts." Roman added.

Oh no, the last thing I ever wanted to hear them say. God, I knew I messed up but breaking their hearts wasn't something I planned to do. I could already feel the tears blurring my vision. How could I do that to the people I love?

"Kinda? That's the fucking understatement of the year. You fucking tore out my heart, that's what you did. I was scared, and worried constantly about you. I didn't even want to step in the ring for like a month. Dean always had to drag my ass in there. You have no idea what you've done."

Roman gripped Seth's arm, trying to still his anger. "Seth, stop it. You don't have to act this way."

Seth pulled away from Roman's grip. He stood up and backed away from the bed. "I'm not acting anyway, Rome. This is how I feel!"

"Roman, Dean, can you leave me and Seth alone for a minute?" I asked.

"Are you sure?" Dean sounded like he didn't trust Seth alone with me. I nodded at him and he and Roman, left the room seemingly against their will.

Carefully I approached Seth, extending my hand to touch his. He shrugged it away quickly and turned away. "Get away from me."

"Seth I know you're hurting. It even hurts me to know that you're in so much pain and I caused it but you have to trust me when I say that i needed some time to myself. I needed space from all those suffocating emotions!"

He took a step forward, a menacing look in his eyes. I stepped backwards, wanting to escape such a harsh glare. I bumped into the nightstand with no where else to go. He hovered over me and I could feel his breath scrape against my skin. "You don't know shit about how I feel!"

"And you don't know anything about how I felt either! I wanted to talk to you and Rome, i wanted to be between you in a shitty hotel bed. I wanted to feel safe and warm and with the men I loved but I also knew that I had to hold out just a little longer. Until i was fucking sane again! I've never fallen so hard for anyone in my life. I was scared!"

"You don't think I was scared too?! After Roman continuously rejected me and focused more on you i thought you rejected me too! I thought some days that you fucking ran off with him when i didn't see him around venues. That you both were just laughing behind my back and not giving a shit how I felt! Nobody ever asks me how I'm fucking doing or what I think! I knew he was in love with you already and I worried that I would try and have to win you over or get left behind."

"Seth...I..." I caressed his face, hoping to show him that I really did care about him. But all he did was pin my arms to my side, the nightstand digging into my back.

"Don't touch me..." he growled.

"Seth, please...I care about you, so fucking much. I would never hurt you on purpose. I'm glad you told me all of that. You finally said what was true to your heart. I was afraid to leave you behind. I was afraid of the way me and Roman were headed. I couldn't just forget about you. You were always there in my mind...in my heart..."

"Just...shut the fuck up." All of a sudden his iciness disappeared as he captured my lips with his own. His hands still pinned mine down. He wouldn't let me touch him. For once he wanted to be in control of his emotions and I didn't blame him. It felt so good to feel him against me again. I craved for his lips, his touch, the feel of my hands sliding down his sculpted back. But i could do with just his tongue mapping out every inch of my mouth and his chest heaving against mine.

We parted for just a second, filling our lungs with air and hurried breaths of the other. Seth shuddered against me, muttering a soft "I missed you."

A tear ran down my cheek against my will. I was so happy that he didn't completely hate me, that somewhere he was still my Seth. "I missed you too."

I felt his hands cup my ass and lift me up. Instantly i wrapped my legs around his waist and supporting my weight while he scattered the entire contents atop the nightstand to the floor. The lamp crashed to the ground, sending shards across the floor.

"What was that?!" Roman asked frantically from outside the door.

"It sounded like something crashing. You don't think he hurt her do you?" Dean replied.

Roman checked the pockets of his shorts quickly. "Fuck! I left my key inside! He better not have done anything to her!"

"Ok, maybe she just threw something at him. I'm pretty she'd throw something at him before he'd lay a hand on her. Either that or she kicked him into some furniture. Damn, I wish I could watch her kick his ass..."

"You're a fucking dumbass. I'm here worrying about her and you want to see her fight!" Roman scoffed.

"Don't worry big lug. You'll get your chance at her soon." Dean said with a wink.

"Wait! Seth...this is too much too soon. We-I still need to talk to Roman and sort things out. We can't. As much as I want to, we can't."

He backed off, slowly releasing the rough hold he had on me. "You're right. I'm sorry...I-"

"Don't explain yourself. I understand." I gave him a quick kiss. "I have something I need to give you."

"What is it?" He asked as he straightened himself out and adjusted his clothes.

"Your leather jacket is at my hotel room."I smiled, knowing that he would love to see it again.

"You want to give it back to me?"

"Well, yeah. I figured you missed it. Do you not want it?" I asked a little confused.

Seth shook his head. He looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes and finally a smile broke out on his face. "No, I want you to keep it. I'm sure it kept you warmer than it did to me."

"You don't even know the half of it, Sethie."