Irish Love ( Sheamus / Dean Ambrose story)

Chapter 34

Myrna’s POV
What was I doing! Myrna flirting with your client is the biggest No No, but then again damn he has a grip on me. I knew that I would drive him crazy with that. A little bit of teasing never hurt anyone now did it. I stepped in the shower and let the warm water rinse the dirty smell of me. I bit my lip thinking what I just had done. That bit of naughty side to me has always been there. I just never showed it but somehow I felt like I could show it to him. Was I letting my guard down, was I letting him in. Was I ready for love again?. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off. Looking in the mirror I saw the scar my ex boyfriend left on me. Right underneath my left breast is where the knife had damaged my skin. I was lucky that he was drunk and he missed when he stabbed me, but it didn’t change the damage that it had done on my soul. I could still feel how he tried to choke me when I told him I wanted to break up. The sound of breaking glasses still imprinted in my memory. The pain when the knife touched my skin, I was brought back to reality when I heard a little giggle from Aimee. I pulled my shirt and sweatpants on and left my hair to dry. Walking out of the bathroom I saw Jon and Aimee all curled up together, Aimee was sleeping while Jon played with her hair and stared into space.

“ Thank you for watching over her”
“ Your welcome”
“ So what kind of story did she tell you today?
“ Nothing special just that she had fun"
“ Yeah she loved it “
“ And you, did you love it?”
“ Yeah, you guys are amazing. I really had fun”
“ And when you joined us on the ramp?”
“ Jon that was so weird, I was so afraid I would embarrass you guys. But it also felt kinda cool. Is it weird for me to say that?” I asked him when I set down next to him and Aimee|
“ You wouldn’t embarrass us, I would be more likely to embarrass you” He said while he turned a bit towards me, he stopped playing with Aimee’s hair which she responded to by turning a bit
“ Yeah I think you are quite capable of doing that” I said will biting my lip
“ Don’t you laugh at me”
“ Trust me I am trying really hard not to” I bend forward giving Aimee a kiss on the head which stopped her from turning. Jon just watched it all happen and played a bit with her hair again.
“ What is it with woman and playing with their hair?”
“ I don’t know maybe a feeling of safety and being loved”
“ Do you love it when someone plays with your hair?”
“ I do, it calms me down “
“ So when you need to calm down, who plays with your hair?”
“ She does” I said while pointing at Aimee
“ And when she is not around? “
“ No one”

He stayed quiet and it looked like he was in deep thought, looking down at Aimee I saw how peaceful she was asleep. Looking back at him I saw he was tired.

“ Let me take over from you so you can go back to your room. You look tired and you need your rest”
“ I’m not tired”
“ Of Course you're not, your Dean Ambrose the party animal.” I smiled when I said that and climbed on to the bed in between him and Aimee. For a split second I felt his warm body against mine. It was like electricity was running through my body.
“ I am also Jonathan Good, a guy who can be shy sometimes”
“ Shy you? I don’t believe that”
“ It is true and the  hair thing, It’s not just a girl thing, I also enjoy it”
“ You do?”
“ Yeah “ his voice just a whisper 

I watched as he turned his eyes down, like he was embarrassed about what he just said. I ran my hand through his dirty blond hair when I saw his reaction to it. His eyes closed, his whole body relaxed and his breathing becoming sallow.

“ You are about the fall asleep are you?”
“ Yeah”
“ That ain’t going to happen in this bed”
“ why not? “
“ I work for you remember and we both don’t want to get a bad reputation”
“ I already have one”
“ Jon”
“ Yeah yeah I know” 

He sat up and stretched, damn was this fine man on/in my bed and I just told him to go. Myrna what the hell are you thinking, clearly you are not. He got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket. I gently got up from the bed to and walked him to the door, but before he followed me he walked over to Aimee’s side of the bed and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. MELTING. He pulled his jacket on and walked over to me.