Shivers * WWE Fanfic

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I feel my cheeks burn in embarrassment. "Of course I don't want to." I say quickly walking away from him.

"Whatever payjay." He says. I walk to the closet and grab my pjs. I walk out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.

I see myself in the mirror and see that my face is still red. I hate when he makes comments like that. They make me feel odd.

After I brush my teeth and put on my nightgown I walk to the room. When I walk in I see Dean in boxers.

"Dean!" I say looking away. "What?" He asks. "Why're you half naked?" I ask. "Because I sleep in boxers that's why."

"Oh gosh." I say rushing to the closet. "Are you serious?" He asks. "What?" I ask finally getting the courage to look at him.

"Why're you wearing that?" He asks looking at my nightgown. "I didn't know we were sleeping in the same room." I say.

"That's very inappropriate of you tinkerbell. You're wearing a short, silk, nightgown." He says.

"What about you Ambrose? You're in boxers." I say. "Ha. I guess you're right." He says. He then walks to the door and walks out to the bathroom.

I sit on the bed and feel my heart palpitate quick. I've seen Dean shirtless a couple times. Only on tv though. Seeing him shirtless and pantless in person is a whole different experience.

I get under the covers and try to erase that image from my head. When I hear Deans footsteps near, I close my eyes and pretend I'm sleeping.

"I know you're awake." He says. I open my eyes and see him. I don't say anything as he begins to fix the blanket on the floor.

I feel really bad for making him sleep on the floor but sharing a bed with him makes me nervous.

"Can you turn off the light?" I mumble. He walks to the light switch and looks at me. "Sure." He smiles and I feel my cheeks redden.

He turns off the light and lays on floor. I keep my eyes open for a few seconds. When I close them Dean speaks up.

"Hey payjay?" He whispers. I open my eyes and see that he's at the end of the bed leaning his chin on the mattress.

"Yes?" I whisper back. "Do you remember what you told me while ago? About Sasha?" He asks. The moonlight is reflecting on him.

"Yes." I say. "Well you're right. She is wild and she is free. She's not going to settle down anytime soon."

I put the covers down and sit up. "Then why're you trying to get with her?" I ask. He shrugs, "I don't know."

"Oh. Okay." I reply. "I just... there's something about Sasha. I wasn't looking to settle down either. After we started messing around things changed. I can't get her out of my head. I don't know what it is about her."

"I just want to have someone. You know? I want to have an actual girlfriend. I want to be with her and I want to make her happy. I don't want to mess around anymore. I want someone to love. Someone to take care of. Someone that accepts me with all my flaws."

I can't believe Dean Ambrose is telling me this. He's not the type of guy that expresses his feelings like this. It's just surprising. Maybe it's because he had a few beers.

"Do you love her?" I ask curiosity building up in me. "I don't know." He replies. "I think I do."

"Why do you think so?" He looks up a bit and I see the moonlight reflecting on his eyes. "Because I don't know. I don't know what love feels like. I think I love her because I've never been obsessed with a girl before."

"Oh." I say not knowing what else to say. "Have you ever been in love?" He asks. "Well. No. At the time I thought it was love. Now looking back I realize it wasn't love."

"Oh. What happened?" He asks. "Nothing." I say as I stare at the moon behind him. "I can tell you've been hurt." He says.

I look at him and we look at each other for a few seconds. "How?" I ask quietly. "I can see it. It's something you can't hide." He says.

I start messing with my fingernails. "Well I dated this guys for a while. I thought he loved me and I thought I loved him. It wasn't love though. He constantly made me feel bad about myself. He used me because he knew I was always there for him. He played with my feelings knowing I would do anything for him. All I wanted was to make him happy. Nothing I ever did was good enough. I wasn't good enough for him."

I have no idea why I just told him that. Probably because I just needed to tell someone to get it off my chest. Also because he might not remember this in the morning.

"Well the guy is a jerk in my opinion. He didn't know how lucky he was to have a girl like you." He says. This night just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

He hasn't insulted me. He's actually having a conversation with me. And he's kind of complementing me. You really think so?" I'm waiting for Dean to laugh and say it's a joke but he doesn't. He keeps a straight face and looks me right in the eyes.

"I do really think so." He replies. I feel myself smiling and I look down at my lap. "You have a pretty smile payjay." He says.

"Thank you." I say as I try to stop myself from smiling but I can't. He doesn't talk anymore he just stays quiet.

In fact he looks a bit upset. "What's wrong?" I ask. He shrugs, "Nothing. I just realized I have to be special in order to win Sasha's heart and I'm not. There's nothing special about me. I'm just a simple human being with nothing special."

I crawl to him and lay on my tummy in front of him. "I think you're special." I whisper as I hear his soft breaths. "You're a good liar." He whispers back smiling.

"No. I really do think you're special." Something sparks in me and it makes me grab his hand.

He doesn't pull away disgusted. In fact he relaxes at my touch. "Thank you payjay. That means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." I pull away after a while and go back to my spot. Dean lays back down. "Goodnight pookie." He says and even though I can't see him I know he's smiling.

"Goodnight Dean."