Chapter 20

His smile was crooked, a hint of telling it in and a dab of sadness. He remembered last night perfectly and he wished she did, or at least the part where they had gotten home. Wild, rough sex tempered with some steamy, heart attack inducing confessions, yes…that part he would always remember. It was one of the many, many reasons he wouldn't let her go. If Delilah DID go back to Cincinnati, he'd go with her. However…that door she had cracked halfway had been pushed open and he would take advantage on home turf and try to dial it back.

"I'm sorry, doll, I'll try." He inhaled her scent with a soft groan before stepping back, putting space between them. "I can't help the intensity, I've always been 'want it and go for it'." And he wanted her. "Please, one more day, Delilah. I'll pay for the ticket to be switched."

"You don't have to do that. I'll take care of my own ticket." Reaching up, she touched his face gently and cracked a smile of her own, hers full of uncertainty. "I'm not asking you to change for me. That's not…what I want you to do. I just…look, I didn't think we would end up in bed together, sexing each other up for hours on end. I remember most of it…" The crucial parts, apparently. "I just wish it would have gone down differently. I don't regret it happening, but it bothers me that I had to be completely liquored up and drunk in order to sleep with you. In order to be comfortable around you. If…" What was she saying?! What did she mean 'if'? "IF…I can get to that point sober, then maybe…maybe there is more to this than I thought." She stepped back, holding her hands up when he came forward. "I need time and space to figure it out." Delilah also needed to figure out a way to tell Sami if she decided to give Jon a true chance. "So…I'll stay in Vegas with you, here, as long as you give me space when I ask for it and give me time to figure this out. Give me time to…get to know you because you pinpointed it earlier tonight – we DON'T know each other. I don't just jump into bed with anyone, Jon." Sami was going to maim her when she told him she was staying in Vegas, wondering if she should keep it from him who she was staying with. Probably for the best. "I'm not asking you to court me. I'm not asking you to romance me or buy me flowers and chocolates." She made a face at that. "I'm not…that type of woman." If it wasn't obvious. "But I AM the type of woman who likes to KNOW the man I'm fucking instead of just jumping into bed on a drunken whim."

It wasn't a drunken whim, Delilah cared about him, for whatever reasons and they probably didn't make a lick of sense to her. He was in the same boat. Jon couldn't pinpoint the WHY, but he KNEW he did. It was just…something concrete, like he KNEW the sky was blue and that Omega sucked chunks, he just KNEW.

"Deal," Jon extended his hand with a grin, laughing when she rolled her eyes, and took it. He wasn't sure how to take her 'staying', did that mean a day or longer? He wanted to ask, but…he sucked in air between his teeth, the thought interrupted by his stomach growling. "Leftover breakfast it is." And THIS was why he had made so much. "Hungry, doll?"

"One more thing…" She stepped closer to him, still having hold of his hand and leaned up to brush her lips against his cheek. "How long do you want me to stay? If we're going to get to know each other better, a day isn't going to scratch the surface, but I don't know what all you have planned, so…" He had a movie he would be doing very soon called Cagefighter and something told her that would be filmed either in Vegas, Hollywood, or Vancouver. Probably Vancouver since that was where most movies were made these days. "Just let me know when to get the fuck out and I will. And yeah, I can eat."

"I will let you know when to get the fuck out and the answer is…no time soon."

They would be filming the movie in Vancouver and Jon wondered if she'd go with him. Smiling, he led the way to the kitchen, watching as she deposited her clutch on the counter while he began digging out the morning's leftovers. No, he wouldn't ask that right out the gate, that was the intensity Delilah had been talking about and he knew the automatic answer would be no. He didn't get this waiting concept; well, he did, but he didn't. See. Want. Take. It was simple.

"You got enough stuff for…however long? If not, I know some shops. I mean, I know OF some shops. I don't go into…women's places."

"I was actually thinking I could fly back to Cincinnati and then come back here with more of my clothes. It makes more sense and it'd be cheaper to grab my stuff as opposed to buying new shit." She took her heels off, tossing them under the table and groaned at how sore they were. Damn heels, Delilah wasn't used to wearing them. "You could come with me, if you want." Would he be able to acquire a plane ticket so soon though or…would they have to fly out a different day? "I can change my plane ticket to coincide with yours if you want to come with me. If not, I'll be gone for a day and then be back. What do you want to do, Moxley?"

"Honestly? I want to come with because I'm afraid you'll come to your senses and not come back." Jon responded honestly, now setting out plates while he used the oven and the microwave to reheat things. "And I don't want you to…have to deal with Sami." Well, no, he did. He wanted that obstacle OUT of the way, but not at the expense of her backing off of him and deciding this was a bad idea. This was a GREAT idea; she was practically moving in! "You tell me, doll, what do you want me to do? Stay and pray, or come with?"

He made a good point and she was a flight-risk. "Okay – okay, I'll just go shopping and buy new shit. Not a big deal." She wasn't hurting financially, especially now that she signed a contract with AEW and had already received her first payment via direct deposit. "Tomorrow…after getting some sleep…after we eat." Between tonight and last night, Delilah was running on fumes and it showed as she tried in vain to stifle a yawn, failing miserably. "Does that make you feel better?"

"Sort of. Man, I feel like a chick." Jon shook his head, snorting as he began setting out the hot food before retrieving them each a bottle of water. No alcohol, not unless she asked for it anyway, which was highly unlikely all things considered. "Not like you, but…the stereotype, you know?" He dropped down opposite her at the table. "Clingy, whiny…I don't like it. Tell me to quit being a bitch the next time I sound like that, okay, Del?"

He eyeballed the food, snatching up a griddle cake and began piling a little bit of everything onto it. Delilah giggled softly, not able to deny that fact and took a bite out of the eggs he whipped up quickly while the rest of the food was heating. It was technically breakfast time, so this wasn't out of the ordinary.

"Stop being a bitch." She grinned at his eye roll and continued eating, a lot hungrier now that they finally came to some kind of compromise. Once they finished eating, she stood up from the table to clear the table and smacked his good hand when he tried to stop her. "This time I AM cleaning up since I'm staying here for a while. I'm not just a houseguest to you anymore, right?"

Technically, she was his wife, even though they had signed a prenuptial agreement. Jon had ONLY done it because when she came to her senses and realized what a bastard he was, she might get spiteful. Or maybe by then, she'd be totally on board. He had a case of wishful thinking going on tonight. Pointblank, she was his wife, so she was not a guest anymore and it was really a case of mi casa su casa.

"Fine, fine. You're not just a houseguest." He wiggled his brows, leaning back in his chair until it was up on two legs. "So, not a houseguest, does that mean you don't need the guest room?" Jon groaned when he got smacked upside his head. "Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, not happening. I said I'd lower the intensity, not quit flirting, doll."

Then Delilah thought about it and chewed her thumbnail, wondering if maybe sharing the same bed with him wasn't a bad idea. "We could do that…if you behave yourself." He had a king-sized bed. It was huge and there was plenty of room for them both. "Or do you think that's a bad idea? I mean, it would let us get closer and get to know each other better too…" They could do a trial run with it and see what happened…and if sex did happen, she would simply stay in the guest room until everything was figured out. Or Delilah wouldn't allow sex to happen and run out of there like her backside was on fire. "I'll leave the sleeping arrangements up to you." It would give Jon SOME control over this situation; she didn't want to make all the decisions.

WHAT THE FUCK, WOMAN?! Jon mentally screamed, wondering if this was a trap. It was a trap, it HAD to be. "Doll, it's a little hard…keeping my hands to myself and not uh, be intense…" When she was offering him SO MUCH TEMPTATION! Jon needed a volume remote for his brain because it was screaming at him now, telling him to shut up and quit cockblocking himself. "And you already know I'm a cuddler, so can't promise a thing."

"Cuddling is fine with me. Just…nothing sexual, not right away. And if I wake up with your hard cock in my ass, I will pretend it's not there." She grinned down at him, seeing the different emotions splaying on his face and those eyes were ELECTRIC blue fire. It actually made her take a step back from how much intensity surged through them at the moment. "Or not. Forget it. Stupid idea." Turning, Delilah headed to the sink and began rinsing the dishes off, mentally cursing herself for being stupid and suggesting doing something equally ridiculous. I am an idiot, she thought solemnly, shaking her head.

"Doll," Jon got up and moved to stand behind her. He made sure there was space between them, just enough so he wasn't touching her, but damned if he couldn't feel the heat radiating off of her. It felt odd, her telling him no sex when last night, she had been begging him to fuck her. Drunk, she was drunk, so it doesn't count. BULLSHIT! "I can promise I won't try anything while I'm awake, but…" Jon couldn't promise anything while he was sleeping. "I can't tell you, you won't wake up with my arms around you…or my face buried in your hair," He leaned in enough to brush his nose against those silver locks, his hands on the counter, his arms on either side of her, fencing her in, though he made sure not to touch her. "Or my dick in your ass. Other than that…I'm down."

Turning the water off, Delilah slowly turned to face him and her eyes lifted to meet his with a tentative smile on her face. "I already told you, I don't mind cuddling and I'm aware of what it all involves." Taking his hands, she was careful and mindful of his injured one and placed them on her hips, her eyes not leaving his. "And you can touch me to show affection, too. I have to get used to your touch if we're going to do this." Again, nothing sexual and there was a major difference between touching to be affectionate and touching to be sexual. There were no blurred lines. "Just…if you get to be too much and I need space, you have to give it to me. I…have a hard time thinking clearly when you touch me for some reason…" Now her cheeks tinged red at the confession.

"Because you like it when I touch you," He retorted with absolute confidence in his tone. "And rational thought goes right out the window. I know how that goes." To be fair, it wasn't as if rational thought was his forte. She just made it worse, which was probably bad. "Mmm," He squeezed her hips gently, brushing his lips against her forehead before stepping back. "I'm going to go change the sheets, doll." Jon should've probably done that earlier. "Do you want to get your stuff and put it back in our room?" That came out so easily and he liked the sound of it.

Delilah caught that and chewed her bottom lip, not sure if she liked it being called that. "Your room, you mean." She corrected, unable to let it slide and walked past him toward the stairs. "Meet you in YOUR room in a few minutes, Moxley."

Making her way upstairs, she felt his eyes on her backside the entire time while he finished cleaning up the kitchen. She grabbed her bag and toiletries, shutting the light off in the guest room to make her way to Jon's master bedroom. He was there and had just finished putting the sheets on as she set her belongings against the wall, out of the way.

"I'm going to use the bathroom to change and brush my teeth. I already canceled my flight and sent Sami a text to let him know I'm staying here for a bit longer." Not HERE at Jon's house, but in Vegas. There was also the matter of washing her makeup off, not wanting to go to bed with it on.

No, it was their room. If she was sleeping in it AND bringing her stuff into it, it was THEIR room. However, Jon let it go because it was simply a matter of schematics and if it made her feel better…awesome. He nodded, watching his wife disappear into the bathroom before grabbing the very sex soiled sheets and comforter from last night, carrying them down to the laundry room.

Jon had left his windows open all day, so that had aired out the room, but these sheets…they smelled like her. He was kind of sad to be washing THAT scent away. While Delilah was in 'their' bathroom, he gathered his own things and used the guest one, washing down and brushing his own teeth before heading back to 'their' room, yawning as he tugged his black boxer briefs up further.

When he came back in, Delilah was already in bed, wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts, figuring that would be the safest route to go. Her face was devoid of makeup, her hair freshly brushed and down and she was under the covers. Her eyes slowly gave him a scan; was he really going to sleep in JUST boxer/briefs? This was going to be harder than she thought, but Delilah would deal with it.

Jon didn't walk around the bed, instead he crawled OVER her to slide beneath the covers with her, pulling her back against him to wrap his arms around her. Cuddling…she said she had no problem with it and closed her eyes, mentally talking down her anxiety and the nervousness she felt every time Jon was around her. His nose buried in her hair and she shifted a little to get closer to him.

"So, who is going to turn the lights off?" Jon took care of it by clapping his hands together and she chuckled, not moving an inch since she was very comfortable, yawning. "Good night, Jon."

Jon usually slept naked, which…he had last night, and she had too. It had been great. He figured tomorrow he would dig out his pajama bottoms and shorts from the tote at the back of his closet. Jon had lived alone, preferred commando and nude at night…pajamas not required.

He buried his face in her hair, sighing happily. "Thank you, Delilah." He rumbled in a voice just above a whisper. She had no idea how happy she was making him by staying, trying. It was a lot better than the alternative he would break out if she left him no choice. "Good night, doll." Jon was going to show her around tomorrow, during the cooler hours of the day, see about making her fall in love with the rest of Vegas, and him, further.

Only deep down, Delilah already knew she was in love with Jon.

Drunken words came from a sober heart…and her heart had always belonged to him. That was why things never worked out with Kenny or any other man she had tried having a relationship with. Japan was also a factor, but Delilah just didn't feel the same way she did with other guys as she did with Jon. There had always been something about him that made her weak in the knees, her anxiety and nerves heighten. Maybe the anxiety and nerves stemmed from her fighting off how she felt all these years. Delilah didn't think of that possibility until now and it was definitely food for thought. Eventually, she did fall asleep in the arms of the last man she ever thought she'd be with, not even realizing he was much more to her than a potential mate.

He was her husband.

Jon still hadn't told her the truth and she still hadn't remembered.