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"I'm a Brooks," she sighed, frustrated. "I come from nothing and I'm cursed to go back if I'm not careful. Not even Phil could save me if I do."
<<<all her demons she will conquer
oc x dean ambrose/the shield
-WHERE REBEL...
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Leighton woke in an empty bed.
The sound of running water had taken her from her sleep as she remembered the night before with Jon. Usually, she wasn't so quick to jump into bed with a coworker.
Usually, her coworkers drew the line because of Phil.
Leighton smiled, feeling happier than she had in a long time. She didn't care anymore about what the interviewer had said. Jon had healed her, in a way.
But what was she going to tell Phil?
She knew that she had no obligation to inform her brother on her private life. However, Phil always found out, and she figured out a long time ago that he didn't take lightly to being lied to; especially when it concerned his baby sister.
Running a hand through her brunette locks, Leighton sat up and pulled the comforter up with her to cover her naked body. Sitting on her lap, she found a black, Jon Moxley t-shirt. Leighton chuckled, rolling her eyes, before putting it on.
As if on cue, Jon opened the door to the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. His towel rested on his shoulder as his wet hair was still dripping down his torso.
Leighton hadn't meant to stare, but she wasn't used to seeing him without his shirt on. Though she originally thought the vest was a good idea, she was starting to regret it.
Jon smirked at the girl, seeing her comply to wearing one of his old t-shirts. Her tanned legs hung over the edge of the bed as he licked his lower lip. "Mornin', sunshine," he spoke, in true Jon fashion. He moved to his suitcase as he packed some of his things away.
"Good morning," Leighton replied, pushing herself to stand up as her legs shook slightly. Her eyes widened. The Brooks girl was no stranger to sex, but she began to realize that it may have been quite a while since the last time.
Jon took a seat in an office chair as he laughed at his hard work. Leighton sent him a glare. "Don't be too proud of yourself, Jon," she began, "I'm still walking."
"Barely," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Guess I'll need to be more gentle next time."
Next time.
Leighton liked hearing him say that.
"You think it's that easy to get me back into bed?" she challenged, grabbing her own bags to get ready. Her eyes found Jon's with a raised eyebrow.
Jon felt his chest begin to rise. "Who said it needs to be in bed?"
Leighton felt the heat rise to her cheeks, knowing Jon had bested her this time because she knew if he came any closer she would give herself to him once again.
