Chapter 19

With the hand not wrapped in gauze, Jon reached out to gently take her forearm, stopping her from going back in. "I know if you didn't care, you wouldn't mother-hen," He said quietly, filling in the blanks she had left wide open for him. "And from here on out, I'll tape a brawl or a match. I don't want to lose this hand's functionality either." Jon needed it not only for life in general, but other things, like eventually caressing her beautiful body again, this time sober. "You going to stay for a while? The party, I mean." He knew eventually she was going to have to go back to his house, and she'd require him to get inside.

This was the moment of truth.

Would he be a complete cock to her like earlier or would he be civil?

Granted, she hadn't been very nice to him either and Delilah didn't want to fight with him, not after the incredible show they just had. "Not much longer, no. I was…hoping you'd give me the key to your place, so I can pack my things up to leave." There was no malice or anger in her voice, not anymore, her tone soft and quiet. "I don't want you to leave the party just because I am…" Maybe he would get lucky with someone who had hit on him and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, the amusement filling her eyes at that thought.

A gay man had hit on him…did Jon swing that way?

Maybe he was bi-sexual.

"Uh no, no thanks, doll, that's a hard pass from me." Jon shook his head, scrunching his face, then growled down at her. Delilah was openly chuckling at him, amusement written all over her face. "Laugh it up, chuckles." He sighed, reaching out to tug a stray strand of that silver hair he had been fisting just the night before. "Let's go say our goodbyes and I'll drive you back."

He wouldn't wait around for someone to slip him a mickey or something, or deal with the looks from a stitched-up Omega, who had arrived later than everyone else. He wasn't going to jail tonight over that arrogant cock. Jon still couldn't wrap his head around Delilah having dated THAT douche canoe, but she wasn't willing to give him a chance, sober at least.

Because he was Sami's best friend and it was a line she never wanted to cross. Kenny didn't know Sami from a hole in the ground. "I don't need to say goodbye to anyone, Moxley. I'll see them again at the next show, not a big deal. I'll wait for you out here."

Delilah didn't want to give people the false notion they were together as a couple. That wasn't the case at all. It COULDN'T happen and she would pay someone to write it in the sky, if that's what it took, to get it through Jon's head. Little did she know her entire life was about to be turned upside down because of the marriage she didn't even know she was involved in.

There would be no spelling it out because, regardless of what Delilah thought, she was NOT just another notch in his bed. He hadn't been lying or preying on her drunkenness when he had said he wanted ALL of her. Not just her body, or her pussy, but the whole kit and kaboodle. Body, the brain, and most definitely above all else, Jon wanted her heart. He would have it, eventually; it was just a matter of breaking through her defenses and her excuse of 'Sami'. If it got to the point, he'd go straight to the source of her hangup and get the other man's blessing, one way or another.

"Fuck 'em, let's go."

She laughed at his carefree attitude and shrugged, following him to his car. "Jon, wait…" Delilah stopped him from sliding into the driver's seat and placed a hand on his shoulder, making him to turn to face her. "I was a bitch to you earlier on the way to the arena and I'm sorry." She hated fighting with people, it always gave her a horrible feeling and she had no idea why. "No matter if I was drunk as a skunk, I still had sex with you willingly and it's not fair to…put the blame on you." Not entirely. "I've always thought of you as a friend and I don't wanna lose that." He was one of her only friends that would be in AEW going forward. "I'm a grown ass woman and I made the decision to get into bed with you, so…I hope we can just forget about what happened and move forward as friends. Are you okay with that?"

"I appreciate your honesty, and I accept your apology," Jon stared down at her intently, though the 'but' was implied in his tone. "And I'm sorry too, for acting like a dick about it." He had known the attitude was coming from her and still let himself rile to it. Not as bad as he could've, but he still shouldn't have done it. Especially since Jon knew something she didn't and he deserved a LOT more of her ire than what he had already gotten. "BUT…" Here it was and he did not miss the flash of resignation that flickered across Delilah's face, reaching out to run a fingertip down along her cheek. "I can't forget about it, Del," He admitted softly, pausing to let that sink in. "And I want to be more than your friend." Not a bed notch and they were already more than friends, but…what she didn't remember wouldn't hurt her.

It was no use.

He was never going to understand why she couldn't be with him. Even though she had spelled it out for him, Jon didn't get it. Or he didn't care. "That's all I can offer you, Jon." Delilah cracked a sad smile up at him and hated they were both on different pages with each other. It is what it is, she thought, sliding into the car and waited for him to start it up before pulling out of the parking lot.

Going back to Cincinnati would give her the space she desperately needed from Jon and she could not wait for her flight to take off. Why did she get this feeling of a dread in the pit of her stomach something more had happened between them? Christ, maybe it would be a good idea to pop a morning after pill, even though she was on birth control. The shot.

"Stop at a pharmacy, please. I need to grab something before we head back to the house."

"You're kidding, right? It's late, doll, they're all closed." Jon gave her a curious look and then groaned when she shot a somewhat panicked look his way. "Well…CVS has a 24-hour one, but it's like 30 minutes from here." When she nodded, he sighed and switched lanes, wondering what just popped into her head. "Do I dare ask, Del?" He questioned, a hint of weariness inching into his tone.

Jon had to wonder if Sami was the only thing truly holding her back. If it was, it was a extremely irrational fear. Her brother loved her and maybe he'd be mad, for a while, but he'd get over it and then he and Jon would REALLY be brothers, instead of just calling themselves that. Considering she had confessed to having always felt nervous and anxious around him, Jon was guessing she didn't have a clue what the real issue was.

Thirty minutes? Really? Delilah changed her mind and told him to head back to the house since it was already going on 1 AM. She would be lucky if she got an hour of sleep since her flight left at 6 AM and she had to be at the airport by 4. Christ…why didn't she pay attention to the time? The Plan B pill could be taken 72 hours after sex and something told her Jon hadn't used a condom or thought of any kind of protection. Even with her birth control, she used condoms whenever having sex, except when she got piss-poor drunk.

"It's fine, I'll take care of it when I get home." She flashed him a smile, swallowing down her anxiety and leaned her head back against the seat while he headed toward his house away from the Strip.

Jon was quiet for most of the ride, mulling over the Sami situation and it was when they turned out onto the road that took them out of the city, he finally voiced his thoughts. "So, Delilah," His eyes scanned the nighttime sky, finally able to see the millions upon millions of stars dotting it. Only Vegas had a view like this and he wished she'd stay because he'd take her out to the Red Rocks. She had fallen for the Strip, maybe she'd fall for the parts outside of it as well. "If Sami wasn't a factor, would there be anything stopping you from being with me, doll?" She hadn't ever really given him a proper answer other than 'Sami', and that was an excuse.

He wanted to know what she honestly FELT, from herself, not her issues with her brother.

It was too damn late for this conversation, but it was obvious Jon was bright-eyed and bushytailed and wanted to push her, pressuring her to strip away all the obstacles in front of them. "I don't know." Delilah decided honesty was the best when it came to Jon, even if it was brutal. "Why are you pushing this, Good? Seriously, we haven't seen each other, until recently, for years," Besides the few times he had come to Cincinnati for WWE shows and Sami had been in town, along with her, so they had done dinner or went to Madonna's Bar. She didn't consider those actual 'seeing each other' moments since she always left to give Sami time alone with his longtime best friend. "I don't understand where this…sudden desire to be with me is coming from." Had he always felt this way? No, that was impossible and even Delilah wasn't THAT arrogant to think otherwise. "It's like you're a dog that just found your favorite toy or bone or something…" Maybe that wasn't the greatest analogy, but again, it was late.

"You really have no idea, do you?" Jon was shaking his head again, but also laughing softly. "Okay, that's fair, I can see why you'd think that. But to be fair, you really have always been skittish around me, even when we were kids." Which she had admitted before. "You don't let me in, even when we do see each other, and that just…"Tempts and teases me, he finished mentally. "I think we'd be good together, and I want to try being more than friends." His house was coming into view. "I can't explain it, Del, just like you can't explain why you get anxious around me. I just…feel it, know it."

"Just because we had great sex together does NOT mean we'd be good together as a couple, Jon. And you know that. Sometimes sex is just sex and it's better to leave it at that."

Not only that, but Sami…she could NOT do that to her brother, actively date one of his best friends. What kind of sister did something like that? She was being shady already by keeping the fact she banged Jon away from her brother!

"I told you friendship is all I can offer you and I meant it. You need to accept it for what it is and stop trying to convince me otherwise." Delilah was not being a bitch, her tone wasn't conveying it either. She was being honest with him and lowered her eyes to her lap, clasping her hands tightly to rest in it.

"Never going to happen, doll. I'm not known for giving up." Jon remarked confidently, shaking his head as he pulled into the driveway. "So, you DO remember the great sex, that's good." A LOT of great sex and he began laughing at the exasperated look on her face, parking and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I'm sorry, but that's never going to get old, that look on your face."

"Yeahhhh…"

Delilah didn't have a response to that, so she just got out of the car to breathe Jon-free fresh air, making sure to grab her clutch along with her bag in the back. She had grabbed it out of Britt's car before departing and sent her a text to let her know she had left. Britt hadn't responded, so she was more than likely busy with someone else or had gone back to the hotel to sleep. Jon unlocked the door and she headed for the stairs, only for him to spin her around to collide with his chest, her hands instantly gripping his upper arms.

"Jon, please…"

Jon, please…

Mmm, please what, doll?

Please stop teasing me and fuck me!

What a time for THAT particular moment to flash in her head! "I-I have to pack and get ready to leave…" Delilah cursed herself for having a shaky voice.

"You don't have to leave, doll…" He stared down into her flushed face, one brow slowly raising. What on earth was going through her mind right now? Her voice had come out odd, shaky, a little breathless and his eyes zoomed to her pulse point, a lip curving upwards in amusement when she brought her hand up to cover the spot. "Stay another day, Delilah. No more alcohol and I'll try to behave." Because obviously Jon couldn't promise jack when he wasn't capable of always keeping those promises. "Please…there's a lot more to Vegas than the Strip, let me show it to you, Del. Just one more day."

"I don't know if that's a good idea…" Delilah felt his hands searing her sides through the see-through part of her shirt and skirt, the heat radiating in his huge palms. Even through the gauze on his right hand. Jon didn't want her to leave and she could see the plea in his beautiful blues. "You've always made me nervous and I don't know why. Right now, all I want to do is…well, half of me wants to kiss you and the other half of me wants to run away from you. I-I don't have answers for you and I'm not sleeping with you again, so if that's the only reason you want me to stay, just let me leave now and be done with it." Betraying Sami a second time wasn't an option, no matter how badly she wanted this man.

Half of her, anyway.

Betraying Sami…he wished he could make her see this wasn't betraying her brother! Jon could read all those doubts and thoughts in her conflicted eyes, knowing she was sort of opening a door for him, but he had to proceed with caution. "I don't want you for sex, Delilah." How many times did he have to tell her that? Well, he'd just have to prove it. "Not just sex." He amended, aware the truth, most of it, was the way to go. He had to get into her good graces, before she either remembered or he had to tell her. Her wedding band, and his, were tucked upstairs in his safe, the key on his chain, which was currently dangling from his back pocket. "Don't run from me, Del. You don't have to kiss me either, just don't run."

I love you, Jon, god I've always loved you.

Fuck, me too, Del, I love you and you're mine now.

Yes…YES, only yours!

Damn right!

DID SHE REALLY SAY THAT TO HIM?!

DID SHE SAY THOSE WORDS?!

The panic turned into something else entirely and she felt Jon press his forehead to hers, tears filling her eyes. She was going to end up betraying her brother…again. Delilah could feel it down to her bones because she wouldn't be able to resist Jon, not in this house alone with him. "Then don't give me a reason to. You're…intense and you need to dial it back a little. You scare me with your intensity and you always have. I know that's just the type of person you are…"

She could NOT believe she actually told him she loved him while they had sex! What the HELL was she thinking?! Did Jon remember that? If he did, he was playing it off very well and probably didn't want to scare her away. Maybe pretending she never said it was the better way to go.

"I'm still only offering you friendship too."