"So, what do you think?" I twirled around showing Dean my brand new ring gear, a two piece purple and gold set, a lot shorter then my old pieces, but a lot sexier.
"Yeah it's alright," he muttered, clearly not interested. I sighed and stood right in front of him.
"Is that all you have to say? I thought you'd be excited." I felt slightly dejected by how disorientated he was about something I was so excited about.
"What do you want me to say? Hundreds of men are going to be able to watch you night after night in the ring wearing that, and I'm sure the majority of them will absolutely love it." I sighed and walked over sitting myself down on his lap.
"You're jealous of a bunch of fans. Really?" He shook his head in defiance, but I could tell by the sad look in his eyes I had him nailed.
"Maybe." He muttered under his breath.
I ran my hand through his hair, kissing the top of his head. "None of those guys get to take me home at the end of the night, or kiss me goodnight before I cuddle up close to their body, because it's always you." He nodded, burying his head in the crook of my neck.
"You look smoking hot by the way," he whispered into my ear.
"Thanks."
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