Hey Guys! So sorry if you guys got a bunch of update emails about the story. What happened was that I forgot a chapter (can you believe that shit?). I was seriously pissed and had to go back and fix the last ten chapters. Ugh, it was the worse but If you read chapter 16 now (it's about what happened to leena's bag when it got messed up and stuff, it makes more sense than it did before) But yeah, heres a fresh chapter, the real update. I hope you guys like it. it's kinda short though :(

Dean flinched away when I dabbed the peroxide onto the small cuts on his cheek. I was still upset that Seth had hit him. Sure, they did it to protect me but I didn't need protecting. Dean made me cry, so what? Seth made me cry and Roman didn't punch him either. Worst of all I felt like I was tearing them apart. It was the last thing I wanted, to destroy such a strong friendship and bond. I mean I almost destroyed a marriage(though technically I didn't know Jeff was married when we were at TNA) so I didn't want history repeating itself. Man I just wanted to wrestle, not get caught up in some love square-pentagon thing.

"What ya thinking about?" I heard Dean ask. He was staring at me with those mesmerizing blue eyes of his.

"How i pretty much singlehandedly destroyed a friendship and brotherhood, how I almost destroyed a marriage because i slept with Jeff and didn't know he was married, how i almost destroyed my own relationship with two people I love so much and how...how I might just destroy things once again because me best friend is in love with me. Just call me Miley Cyrus 'cause I'm a damn wrecking ball." I sighed and placed a bandaid on his cheek.

"You're not a wrecking ball, Leena. Shit just happens, you know? Sometimes you can't control the things that happen around you. And don't worry about me, Seth, and Roman. We're fine."

"Clearly not if Seth found it right to deck you in the fucking face! Things are not okay. They hate you I bet and it's all my fault!"

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his lips to my forehead. "Leena, I swear, it isn't your fault. Don't you go blaming yourself for this. We seriously would die if you ran away again."

I held onto his strong arms, feeling the muscles beneath my fingers and curling them around his biceps. "I just have a bad habit of running away from my problems. I'd rather just not say anything and pretend to forget about it than ever bring it up. I'm just...terrible."

Both of Dean's hands cupped the sides of my face and raised my head to look at him. "Don't you ever fucking say that again Leena. You're not terrible. You're amazing, ok? I told you it's not your fault. Promise me you won't say that again."

I stared at his lips for a moment, watching them form words. For some reason Dean didn't look like Dean anymore. He didn't look like my best friend. He looked like...someone I wanted to kiss. I shook my head from his hands and turned away, stunned at my sudden thoughts. How? When did that happen? I wasn't supposed to feel anything for him. That's not how this worked. I was happy with Roman and Seth, more than happy. Was I truly becoming greedy? Was i becoming out of control?

"Leena, come on. Promise me." Dean whispered. He was flush against my back now. His hands settled on my waist, nose buried deep in my neck. "Please?"

"I promise, Dean." I swallowed hard.

He seemed satisfied with that and rested his chin atop my head. He wasn't letting me go and I think I didn't want him to. He felt so warm and my head was clouded with thoughts I shouldn't be having. His big hands slid up my arms to my shoulders where he started kneading. His thumb dug into my neck working out the kinks in my spine.

"You're always taking care of me. I figured I should repay you." Dean's voice was low, much more huskier than normal.

"Dean, don't make me do something I'll regret."

"I told you it's not your fault. And you won't regret anything. Lay down." He guided me down onto the bed. I only stared up at him in wonder. My brain searched for some sort of inkling to what he was going to do next. Dean laid on top of me, settling himself between my legs and staring down into my eyes. Our lips were just mere centimeters away from each other, our breaths entangling and filling the minimal space between us. i could feel him through his jeans as he pressed against me. Unconsciously my hands slipped down to his lower back where I dug my fingers in pulling him even closer. He dug more between my thighs and a pleasure filled sigh escaped him.

Dean buried his face in my neck, palms flush to the bed beside my head as he started to grind his hips into me. Slowly at first. Torturous circles that ground his growing shaft into the thin fabric of my boyshorts. "Stop..." my voice was barely even audible, an almost silent plea to him. I didn't know what I wanted but the right thing was to stop, wasn't it?

"Some days I don't even think about fucking you. I just think about making love. Gentle shit. Shit I don't do with anyone, ever. I tease you over and over until you beg for me to make you cum. Then I kiss you. Hold you. Fill you up so fucking good. And we just stay like that, connected for awhile so we can feel every inch of each other." My hips jerked at the sound of his raspy voice against my ear, his stubble tickling my cheek.

"Dean, stop. We can't. This is...wrong."

"It's not and you know it." His hand slipped into my own and squeezed tightly. His grinding became more rapid, more needy, his breaths more fevered. My mind spun with a clusterfuck of thoughts but all i could really focus on was the way his jeans rubbed against me in an oddly erotic way. We were grinding on each other like two high school students in the back of a car. This wasn't supposed to happen. At least that's what I kept telling myself.

My free hand found its way to the base of his skull where my nails dug into his skin gently. His entire body shivered against me and I dared to grip my hands around his hair and pull. Dean arched back, the most sensual growl falling from his lips. Even I couldn't deny how wet that made me.

"Fuckin' bite me, Lee." I obeyed him without a second thought, sinking my teeth into the meaty flesh on his shoulder hard. He gripped me tighter, pulling me as close as he possibly could until a heard a soft "guh" escape him. My eyes widened. I just made Dean Ambrose cum in his pants. Fuck!

"Dean, I have to go. Like seriously. this was bad. I mean, it was good. It was hot but it was bad, you know?!" I said frantically.

"I want to make you cum." Was his response.

"Dean! No, please. I have to go!"

He looked down at me with puppy dog eyes. "Please, stay?"

"Don't make that face. Oh god, I have to go. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I pushed him away and bolted towards the door. I looked back at him briefly before running out the room. I just made everything worse.

Whoops, my hand slipped and I accidentally wrote some drama.