Fresh Air. -A Dean Ambrose Love Story-

Chapter 14- Not Making It Easy

Violet.

-Several Days Later-

I woke up, feeling strong arms wound tightly around my waist, which seemed to be a trend these days. Dean goes out, gets absolutely trashed, fucks a random chick, comes back, slips into bed with me, rinse and repeat...That's what's been going on since last week...I didn't mind being in bed with Dean...His arms felt like home to me, and his body radiated so much heat that I was never cold...Not to mention his sleepy adorable face in the morning that made me want to kiss him so badly...And that voice that was even gruffer than usual.

However, I wasn't a big fan of basically being second best to him at all times...Second best to all of his little whores. I felt as if someone deliberately took a knife and stabbed it into my heart repeatedly whenever I thought about Dean and any other girl...He's not even close to being mine...I have no right to feel this way.

But, this is the first boy i've come to like the same way I liked Lucas...Okay, now that's a different story, for a different day...That I do not want to get into ever really. I had to wonder though...Would Dean ever hurt me the same way? Well, I don't think i'll ever actually find that out, because well...He doesn't have any feelings for me whatsoever!

Sighing, I managed to turn around in his grasp, and reach on the night stand next to my side of the bed, checking my phone to check the time and if I had any messages. It was now eight-forty-two and I had two messages from AJ:

AJ: Aye

AJ: Get your ass up and let's get some breakfast!

I playfully rolled my eyes, before typing a response.

Violet: I literally just woke up...Give me 30 min and i'll meet you in your room.

AJ: Hurry up, lazy ass!

Sighing, I set my phone back down and then glanced warily over at the sleeping Dean...He was facing me, hair all over his face, mouth slightly agape, with his hair moving away from his face with each breath. His arms were still wrapped tightly around me, and I feared waking him, while making my way to the bathroom...Well, usually when someone goes to bed drunk they're heavy sleepers...

I'll still be careful. Very carefully, I removed his arms from around me...Holding my breath...I watched as he frowned, but then breathed out again, and his face went back to neutral...Letting out the breath I was holding, I quickly got up from the bed, and tip toed over to my suitcase on the other side of the room...I grabbed a comfy outfit to change into, nothing too fancy, and then walked over to the bathroom that was connected to mine and Dean's room.

We had gotten here yesterday during the day, not having really anything left to do back in Philadelphia, and spent the whole day in our hotel room yesterday...I actually invited AJ to come and join us, but she had been too preoccupied on FaceTime with Punk...Oh, well. I set my clothes down on the sink, and then walked over to the shower, turning it on, and turning it almost all the way on the hot side...Who doesn't like hot showers?!

When the water finally got to the temperature of my liking, I stripped out of my pajamas, a simple tank top and pair of pink pajama shorts with polka dots on them, and then hopped in...Now, they say that you do your best thinking in the shower...So, that's exactly what I did...I thought about who Stephanie and Hunter would decide to put us against at our Tables Ladders and Chairs match less than three weeks away now...

For guys...The biggest threats...Randy and John...They were in a huge match against each other for the unification of the biggest titles in the business. Daniel was already in a match as well...Couldn't be Punk because he was still gone, couldn't be anyone like the Undertaker...Brock Lesnar? No...So, who possibly could it be? I had no idea, and I knew we would be finding out tonight...But, I was so anxious...I wanted to know now! And as for my opponent? Well, I really didn't know.