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The Guidelines of Sex & Friendship	By : delicatektheory Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 1885 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the WWE current or former talent. I do not own any of the lyrics featured later on. I am not making money from writing this. All I own is Lil, Jas, and Jenn.

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“What an asshole!” Matt shouted. He was furious, pacing back and forth in front
of the fireplace.
I was sitting in the comfy white chair, his favorite chair, watching as he nearly rubbed a whole in the carpet. He had been pacing and shouting to oblivion for nearly an hour, and he was so consumed by his anger that I couldn’t even get a word in.
“Not liking me is one thing,” he was muttering, throwing his hands in the air for some strange reason, “but you’re his sister, his flesh and blood. What kind of man, if that’s what he calls himself, does that to his family? He’s such an asshole!”
“You’ve said that already,” I made a weak interjection. “It’s over and done with, so you just need to calm down.”
He stopped abruptly, turning to me with wide eyes. “How in the hell are you so calm about this?!” he demanded, straining to remember that he was speaking to me and not my brother.
Jas had officially kicked me out of the house, not that I was there much to begin with. When Matt had stopped by the house to collect some of my stuff, he found all of it packed up in boxes on the front porch. Jas told him that he might as well take it all and that I wouldn’t be welcome in his home as long as Matt and I were still “friends.”
“Because,” I sighed, “I knew that this would happen sooner or later. Jas is jealous of the fact that I turn to you for everything and not him. I’m surprised it took him this long to finally cut me off.”
Despite the fact that my disability check paid half the bills, Jas was probably happy about sending me packing. I think Matt was the only male figure in my life that didn’t see me as nuisance.
“Well, aren’t you angry about this?” Matt asked, pacing again.
“Of course I am.”
“Why aren’t you throwing a fit?”
“Well,” I giggled, “you’re throwing a big enough tantrum for the both of us. So, I figured why bother, if you’re doing such a phenomenal job.”
He stopped pacing long enough to look at me and laughed. I love to hear him laugh; it’s so rich and full texture, pure music to my ears.
“It’s no big deal, Matt. Maybe I can stay with Jeff and Jenn for a bit, just until I find a place close to here. That way you don’t have to worry your pretty little head about me when you’re not home.”
Matt nodded, walking over and squatting in front of me, his legs bowing out. “Or, you could stay here for a while…if you want,” he suggested. “You’re here most of the time anyway, so it’s not like this is a huge adjustment.”
“Seriously, you wouldn’t mind me being here full-time?”
“No, I think its better this way.” He seemed hurt by the fact that I would believe otherwise. “That way you’re not impeding on Jenn so much, not that I think she minds, but I’m just suggesting.”
He probably knew I wouldn’t refuse the offer, but I decided to pause for dramatic effect. “Well…” I sighed, pretending to mull over the option. “If you’re sure, then I guess I can stay until I find my own place.”
“Great,” he grinned, rubbing the tops of my thighs in a friendly manner. “While I’m off these two days, I can go get some supplies. I’ll need to get you a bench for the shower, a few handrails, and a better bed. We’ll need to move all your stuff into the guestroom and––”
“Whoa, whoa,” I laughed, putting my finger to his lips. “Easy there, happy-go-lucky, I am not staying in that guestroom. It’s fine for the temporary stays, but not for the permanent crap.”
“Where do you want to stay, then? All the other rooms are upstairs.”
“Duh,” I grinned mischievously as I tapped the metal set of crutches to my left. “I can get up the stairs now, so I want a damn big bed, preferably yours.”
Matt frowned, standing up. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh and why not?” I raised a brow.
“Because…”
“Oh, that’s a good reason.”
“I’m just saying that I don’t think it’s wise for us.”
Now he was just being plain idiotic. “Okay, big deal, so you could molest me in my sleep,” I shrugged, laughing. “Been there, done that…twice.”
“That’s what I’m saying,” Matt explained. “If you’re that close to me, there’s too much temptation. Believe it or not, I do have a lot of respect for you, perhaps more than you like giving me credit for.”
“Oh, Matt,” I giggled, slightly blushing because of his flattery. “You’ve seen me naked more times than I can count, so I don’t think you should switch on that gentlemanly charm this late in the game.”
“It’s not funny, Lil. I’m serious.”
“So am I,” I retorted, folding my arms across my chest. “I hate that you think that my, make that our, libido is going to get the best of us every time we’re in the same room. We’re in the same room now and I don’t want you.”
He looked at me skeptically, his jaw clapped together in a brooding fashion.
“Okay, well, when you look at me like that, I kind of do,” I admitted, “but usually, I don’t. You respect me and I respect you, so I won’t do anything that you aren’t up for. I’ll even stay on my side of the bed.”
“I’m still saying no.”
“Oh come on.”
“I’m sorry, but I find two friends of the opposite sex sharing a bed a bit odd.”
I furrowed my brow angrily. “Oh, so sharing is only acceptable after those two friends have sex? You’re right. I mean, God forbid it if we live in sin any other time.”
“That’s different.”
“I don’t see how.”
“Well, it’s not appropriate to just abandon you after we’re finished.”
“If that’s how you feel,” I snorted, “then we can test-drive the mattress every night. I have no problem with that. There, now the abandonment issue is resolved.”
“Why do you even want to share a bed with me?” Matt sighed, looking annoyed by this ridiculous argument.
I knew it would sound silly if I told him that I was comfortable with him and that I didn’t like sleeping alone when I could have him near.
“No reason,” I murmured, dropping my head in embarrassment.
“Oh no, continue,” Matt chuckled, squatting down in front of me again. I could feel his mocking gaze boring into me. “You’ve already opened this can of worms, so you might as well finish this.”
I looked up at him momentarily before turning my attention back to the floor.
“Fine,” I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks. “I’m…comfortable when you’re around. I feel safer. Is it so bad to enjoy your presence next to me every once in a blue moon?”
We were silent for a moment.
“Well, now I look like a fuckin’ schmuck,” Matt grumbled. He cupped my face with his hands and brought me in for a hug.
“Yes, you are a schmuck. An insensitive, but forgivable schmuck,” I agreed, pouting as I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I’m forgiven, then?” he asked, smiling as he withdrew from the embrace.
“Duh,” I grinned.
“The stupid argument has been forgotten?”
I nodded. “Yes, as long as I get the right side of the bed.”
“Deal,” he laughed.
The rest of the day dragged on.
I’ve never thought that getting kicked out of a house that I helped upkeep was cause for a celebration, but Matt did. He decided, since today was Jeff’s day off as well, that we have a barbeque to commemorate me getting the boot. I wasn’t the only one that seemed surprised by the idea. The look on Jeff’s face was priceless.
He had wrinkled his forehead, clearly questioning his brother’s sanity. Jeff’s usually the one that has an abnormal thought process. He makes remarks to which I have to have Jenn interpret because he confuses me most of the time. He’s very…abstract. I mean, I don’t know that many thirty-one year olds with multi-colored hair.
“Jas just kicked her out,” he repeated, trying to understand Matt’s excitement about the situation. “And you want to throw a party? That’s sick, man.”
“See,” I nodded in agreement, frowning at Matt, as we stood in Jeff’s driveway. “Even he thinks that’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Matt looked down at me, still trying to make me see the logic behind his madness. “It’ll be like a christening of you moving into your new home.”
“If you wanna christen me, just take me down by the riverside,” I said, sarcastically. “I really don’t think a barbeque in my honor is necessary.”
I wouldn’t have minded welcome-to-your-new-home-sex—that would have been celebratory enough. I mentally cursed myself for agreeing to control my sexual urges in order to share Matt’s room. I had unwittingly granted him complete power over our non-committed relationship. So unless I was slutty enough to find myself another partner, my sex life would probably suffer a severe dry spell until Matt’s needs needed to be fulfilled.
“Come on,” he pleaded. “It’ll be fun.”
No. Fun would be him taking me deep into the good old country woods and having his way with me. Oops. There I go again.
As Matt rambled on about how great the barbeque would be, my mind started creating erotic images of what it would be like to have relations in the woods behind Matt’s house. Both he and his brother live virtually on the same land, nestled deep within the trees. Their houses were way beyond a main road, so no cars would be able to hear my cries of passion.
The problem, or problems I should say, would be Jeff, Jenn, and the boys’ father. They lived nearby, so they could hear me. Then again, if we decided to have sex at a time when they were all away, that would solve the problem. Maybe Matt and I could convince Jeff and Jenn to take Gilbert with them to the grocery store. I estimated that they would need to stock up on food for about a week. There! As soon as we see the cars pulling away, we make a beeline for the woods.
Matt could hurry and be finished in about twenty-five (give or take five minutes). Even if Matt chose to be the sexual stallion he usually is, we could still get back to the house in just enough time for me to get the sticks and leaves out of my hair. With my luck, though, we’d probably end up doing it on a poison ivy patch. Then I would have to further explain to Jenn just how the poison ivy blisters ended up on my ass as well as back. I bet that would bode well.
I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
“What?” Matt was frowning at me.
I stared up at him blankly. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
“You haven’t been listening to me this whole time, have you?”
“Do you want me to dignify that with an answer?”
“Yes, I want you to ‘dignify that with an answer.’”
“Okay then, no I wasn’t.”
“Why?”
“Because,” Jeff interrupted, leaning against his car. He was smirking as he folded his arms across his chest. “She was thinking about sex, man.”
“How the hell could you know that?” Matt asked, glaring at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Because, she thinks about it all the time,” he laughed, gesturing at my expression. “Look at her. She totally has on her sex-face. If I wasn’t standing here, she’d fuck you right now.”
Matt rolled his eyes.
“She could just have a lot on her mind,” he responded, dismissively.
“No, no, he’s right,” I nodded in agreement to Jeff’s observations. “Actually, I was thinkin’ of a woodsier area to bang you in, but since he brought it up, I could take you on the hood of the car. It doesn’t matter as long as I get my fix.” I looked over at Jeff, and asked, “You don’t mind a couple dents on it, do you?”
“God, you are so perverted,” Matt scorned, shaking his head at me. “We can’t have one conversation without it turning to sex.”
“Of course we can,” I giggled. “If you ask me the weather, it’s not like I can say, ‘It’s partly cloudy with a chance of sex. Now, here are the orgasms predicted for the next seven days.’”
Matt frowned at Jeff for laughing.
“What?” He looked at his older brother innocently. “It was funny.”
“Don’t encourage her.”
“Too late for that,” I laughed, purposely venturing into my next fantasy.
If I got Matt aroused enough, this whole respecting-me-as-a-person thing he had going would evaporate, or he’d be so disgusted with me that he’d give up on the barbeque idea.
“What about your kitchen table? That’s the only place in the house we––”
Matt quickly put his hand over my mouth, but the damage was done.
Jeff was bent over, laughing hysterically.
“We…chairs…support…you...ride…me.” A few of my words manage to escape despite the fact that Matt’s hand was muffling my mouth.
“Let’s go,” he grumbled. “We’ll discuss this barbeque thing later. I need to get you home and get your ass into a cold shower.” He let go of my face and turned me in direction of his car.
“As long as you’re joining me,” I shot him a wicked grin over my shoulder.
I waved at Jeff as Matt got me into the passenger’s seat and tossed my crutches in the back. I could tell I had really pushed the wrong button this time. He got into the driver’s seat, turned the key in the ignition, and peeled out of the driveway. I heard Jeff cursing as loose gravel was flung onto him.
“Why do you have to do that?” he demanded. His tone was barely above a whisper, but he was casting me a furious glance. He had his fist clenched around the steering wheel.
“Do what?” I asked, innocently.
“You know what,” his voice cracked as he started speaking a volume I could actually hear. “I try doing something nice for you, but you have to go boasting to my brother about our sexual encounters. It’s not very becoming of a young lady.”
My brow arched. “‘Not very becoming of a young lady?’” I couldn’t help mocking him. “What the fuck, Matt? I don’t know what’s worse. You being under the assumption that I’m still a young lady or that you’ve officially reverted back to the eighteenth century.”
“But in my eyes you are a young lady,” Matt responded, ignoring my cynicism. “If you are going to engage in adult behavior you should be classy and discrete about it and not constantly put our business into your little comedy acts.”
“Well, excuse me; could you give me your idea of a young lady?” I snapped. Anger was the only way I knew how to cope with such a stinging remark.
“You know what I’m getting at,” he replied, his tone still soft.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t,” I shook my head. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I wasn’t about to let him see me cry. “Enlighten me. How do you want me to act, Matt? I mean, do you want me to turn into a ball-gown wearing goody-goody and quit giving thirty-four year old men blow-jobs?”
Matt was silent.
“Until you and I can officially quit fucking each other on the side,” I sneered as a few tears slid way down my cheeks, “I’m afraid you’re just as guilty and unbecoming as I am, buddy.”
He nodded slowly, pursing his lips as he turned into his driveway.
We had made it home without me noticing.
I made no effort to get out and neither did he.
“Should we stop this now?” he asked.
“The question is do you want to stop this now?” I countered, glaring at him. “If you feel like I’m not old enough to handle the intimacy part of our friendship, then maybe it’s time to re-evaluate these guidelines we’ve set for ourselves.”
He was silent again, thinking it over.
If Matt wanted to stop pursuing sex with me, so be it. I just prayed that he didn’t want to exile me from his life completely. I couldn’t live like that. He was my air.
“I don’t want you to even think about moving out,” he said.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’ve got nowhere else I’d rather me, really.”
“Good.”
“No more sex, then?”
“No more sex.”
“So, we can drop the ‘with benefits’ tacked onto the end of this friendship?”
“Yes, we’re just friends from now on.”
“Okay then.”
“Okay then.”
We had countless intimate moments over the past year or so. And while my heart shattered at watching them disappear, never to be mentioned again, I was relieved that we were no longer tampering with my emotions. It was over. We could move on and eventually forget these things ever happened.
Matt exited the car with a heavy sigh. He didn’t mutter another word as he helped me inside.
I had walked into the living room, saw that enlarged picture of Matt on the cover of some wrestling magazine hanging above the fireplace, and turned back around. I walked past him as he shut the door.
“I’m tired,” I lied, looking up the stairway. “I’m going up for a nap.”
“Want me to help you up there?” Matt asked, following my gaze.
“No,” I replied, putting both crutches on the second step.
Traveling up each step was an agonizing process. If I wasn’t tired now, I would be by the time I made it to the bedroom. I tried to keep an even pace to avoid looking like I was in a rush. I could feel Matt watching me intently as I moseyed my way up.
I was breathless by the time I made to the top. After taking a few seconds of some heavy breathing, I manage to stumble my way to the master bedroom. I flung my crutches to the floor and hopped onto the bed, immediately sinking into the soft mattress. I made no attempt to remove my shoes or even pull back the covers. I just buried my head in what I assumed to be a pillow and screamed.
After a few moments of tearful revelations, I drifted off to sleep.
I stirred slightly as I felt a pair of muscular arms lifting me into the air. My eyes fluttered at the sound of metal clanking beneath me.
“Shit!” Matt muttered. He must have stumped his toe on my crutches.
“Matt?”
“Yes, Lil,” he answered, his chest vibrating against my shoulder. He managed to fold the sheets back with one hand and lay me down. He took off my shoes and tossed them to the floor. He then pulled the sheets over me.
“What time is it?” I grumbled incoherently.
“Little after ten,” was his reply from the other side of the bed.
I heard his shoes hitting the floor, followed by his clothes. I hoped he wasn’t sleeping in the nude. That would totally go against what he had been arguing about earlier, not that I would mind him caving in.
“I slept all day?”
“Hmhm…”
I stiffened as I felt the bed sink under the weight of his body. I didn’t open my eyes and rolled over to escape my discomfort.
The covers shifted as he pulled them up over himself.
“Goodnight,” he whispered.
“Matt?”
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry about what I said to you today, but I won’t take it back.” I was hoping that made some sense to him, but judging by the laughing, it didn’t.
“Go back to sleep, Lil.”
“Fuckin’ schmuck,” I murmured, pulling the covers up to my neck.

I woke up in an empty bed, but that came as no surprised. With as mad as I had gotten yesterday, I wouldn’t want to be lying next to me, either. I rose stiffly from the bed. My crutches were propped against the bedpost at the head of the bed.
I clunked and clanked my way into the master bathroom. I figured I would take a long dip in the Jacuzzi and formulate a plan to make Matt miserable. Normally, I’m not a vengeful person, but Matt was going to regret calling me a child.
After thirty minutes, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“Lil, are you descent?” Matt asked, knocking again.
I quickly lifted up and steady myself so I could climb out.
“Yeah, come in.” I called, almost giddy with anticipation.
I was naked and dripping water. Phase one was in motion. Just how uncomfortable could I make him?
Matt came rushing in, but stopped abruptly. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, ready to turn back around. “You said you were descent.”
“Again, it’s nothing you haven’t seen,” I reminded rather coldly as I turned toward him. I grinned, noticing his eyes mechanically went to my breast. My expression went blank despite my inward enjoyment. “What do you need?”
“Uh…” Matt’s head quickly met my gaze. “I just wanted to let you know that I have breakfast ready.”
“Okay,” I nodded casually as I stood there in all my nakedness and let him gawk at me a few minutes before I stretched for the counter to get a towel. “I’ll be down in a bit,” I added, using a crutch to get myself to the toilet.
Matt usually made a deal of breakfast whenever he got a chance. He had loaded the breakfast table with every breakfast food imaginable. For a second, I thought he was fixing food to feed some of the guys in the locker room. Those professional wrestlers could eat a lot.
When I walked into the kitchen, Matt was dumping a fresh batch of hash browns into an empty plate on the table. He pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit.
“Looks good,” I commented.
He gave me a small smile and went to drop the frying pan in the sink.
I waited until he was seated to start eating.
“So, are you feeling well?” he asked after a moment.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You slept a lot yesterday,” he reminded me as he poured himself a glass of orange juice.
“Well, I was tired.” Arguing—in a bizarrely calm fashion—tends to wear one out.
He nodded, silent for a minute or two. “Well, I’ll be working out at the gym today,” he started telling me his plans, as if I cared. “I’ll swing by the store and pick up some stuff to fix this place for you.”
“Yeah, let’s fuck real fast.”
Matt’s eyes widened. “Excuse me, what?”
“What?” I gave him an innocent look. I was very aware of what I had asked, but I felt the need to toy with him again. “I just said good luck that.”
“Oh.” He shook his head, as if he were trying to rid himself of those perverted hallucinations. “Uh…thanks.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, “I’ll certainly need some handrails in the master bathroom. Don’t forget the shower seat. Wanna go down on me?”
Matt almost choked on hash browns. He was staring at me with an open mouth.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked.
Once again, my innocent behavior made him question himself.
“Nothing,” he shook his head again. “It’s nothing.”
“Maybe you’re the one that’s not feeling well,” I remarked, raising a brow.
“Yeah, maybe,” he agreed, taking a sip of juice.
“If you’re not feeling well,” I continued, looking up at him while I ate, “you may want to stay home today. You can’t afford being sick.”
“No, I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“All right…Could you give me another cock length, please?”
That was it. That was the last “hallucination” he could tolerate. He pushed away from the table.
“What the hell’s your problem?” I asked, watching him intensely. “All I wanted was a sausage link. Maybe you really should stay home.”
“Uh…sorry,” he muttered, running a hand through his ponytail. “I…uh…I’m just going to head out now. You finish eating. I’ll clean up when I return.”
“I can just call Shannon,” I said. “He can help me clean up and keep me company.”
“Good idea,” I heard him call. He had already made it to the door. “I may be a while. Call if there’s an emergency.”
The door slammed before I could say anything.
I was laughing to myself as I got out my phone and called Shannon.
Shannon Moore was a childhood friend of both Hardys. He was the owner of that tattoo parlor that Matt and I had our first encounter in. He was in his late twenties, sweet, and wrestler as well. He was attractive, but a bit too punk-rock and tattooed-up for my taste. Tattoos and all other irking body modifications aside, he’s one of my best friends and I love him so much.
He didn’t live very far from Matt’s, so it took him all of fifteen minutes to get here. While he put all the leftover food into containers, I let loose, telling him everything that had been said yesterday as well as the games I had been playing this morning.
“Well, this has happened before,” he pointed out, putting the last of the containers into the refrigerator. “How many times have ya’ll had a ‘sexless friendship?’ I know its half a dozen, at least, right? It never works. He always caves.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, the anger still bubbling beneath my surface, “but all the other times, he wanted to pursue a serious relationship with someone. He never once called me an immature kid.” I winced at the words my brother had used: stupid, reckless, immature. That’s exactly what Matt thought of me. He did care, but only about protecting me from my own behavior.
“No, you’re right, standing in front of him bare ass and then making him think he was hallucinating wasn’t immature at all,” Shannon laughed lightly, taking a seat at the other end of the table.
I rolled my eyes, smirking a little bit. “That’s beside the point.”
“Well, what’s the point, then?”
“That Matt didn’t look at me like I was a kid whenever he was fucking me into oblivion,” I replied bluntly. “But as soon as I make a couple public cracks about a fantasy or two, I’m a kid.”
Shannon laughed, “You and your way with words.”
“It’s not funny, Shan,” I pouted. “I’m serious. All this time I thought he looked at me as an equal, but it turns out that I’m just a little sister.”
“That he fucks a lot,” he added.
I nodded, pursing my lips.
We just stared at each other for a moment.
“This really bothers you, doesn’t it?” he asked, his green eyes studying my sullen expression. “It’s not just about sex with you anymore, is it?”
“No,” I replied, my voice cracking. “I mean, sex is part of it. Matt’s a different person when we’re…friends-with-benefited, but it’s not all that. My entire family has warned me about him, about how I’m just a kid to him. I’ve ditched them because of it, telling them that Matt would never hurt me like that. He totally made me eat my words yesterday.”
“Well, I’m sure Matt didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”
“But he did.”
Shannon nodded, giving me sympathetic look. “Talk to him about it,” he said. “I’m sure, if you actually talked—and by talk, I mean, speaking in a normal tone, without so many ‘fuck yous’ in every sentence—he would understand where you’re coming from and apologize.”
“Yeah, maybe,” I shrugged.
“Now, enough moping, woman,” he demanded, getting to his feet. He walked over to the wall where my crutches were leaning and got them for me. “Let’s watch a DVD or something. This heavy topic is too talk-show for me.”
“Fine,” I nodded. “Sounds like a good idea.”
He softly grabbed me by the elbow and lifted me to my feet.
We made our way into the living room.
I had stopped watching the movie halfway through. I was barely aware of Shannon’s presence. His loud laughs sometimes made me jump, but that was about it. My mind was elsewhere. Mostly I had been wishing that Matt had never found out my actual age. That way, this relationship would just seem unconventional, not unconventional and full of child molestation. The generation gap and his broken heart were only things stopping him from feeling something for me.
A year or two from now, he’ll probably be married with kids, which is something else I can’t give him. His wife would be someone deserving of him, and he’ll forget all about me—the naive kid he screwed senseless a few dozen times.
“Shannon?” My tone sounded a bit childish, even to me.
“Yes, ma’am…”
“Can ask you something?”
He shifted on the couch so that he could face me. “Yes.”
“If you were Matt, would you find me attractive?” I immediately regretted asking that because of the look he had across his face. It was one between shock and something I couldn’t pinpoint…Sadness...Jealousy…Sympathy?
“You’re joking, right?” he laughed.
I gasped, insulted. “A simple no would suffice. You don’t have to be so damn rude about it.”
“Oh God, no,” he let out a gasp of his own, his eyes wide. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant that I’m not Matt and I’m attracted to you.”
My face softened. “You really mean that?”
He nodded. “You couldn’t tell?” he asked, seemingly surprised.
“No.”
“Well, I am,” he continued, “You’re a beautiful, intelligent, sarcastic little bitch. You’re my dream girl.”
I laughed.
“It’s a fact. If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be in Matt’s predicament right now.”
“Wait,” I looked at him, confused. “So, you’re saying Matt doesn’t love me?” Great, that’s just what I wanted to hear. Thanks, Shannon.
“No, only he can tell you whether he does or not,” he replied. “I’m just speaking for myself. If I didn’t love you, I would be sleeping with you.”
I was surprised. Shannon loved me. I knew that much, but I had never thought it was beyond anything more than friendship.
“Now I’ve made things weird, huh?” He was searching my blank, dumbfounded expression for some type of answer.
“I-I’m just so…” I managed to sputter. “I can’t even describe it.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry,” he reassured. “It’s neither the time nor place for us, and I know that. I have a girlfriend. And you have this thing with Matt. You asked me, so I answered honestly.”
“Thank you,” I smiled.
I snuggled closer, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“No problem.”
I looked up at him and grin. “Ya know, I’m rather lonely,” I teased, outlining his lips with my finger. “You could easily take advantage of me…Wanna make-out?”
“Yeah, sure,” he laughed, giving me a playful, friendly peck across my lips.
I sighed, resting my head against his chest.
After a few minutes, I thought Shannon had gone back to watching the movie, but then he started laughing.
“What is it?”
“I’m just thinking about how big of an idiot Matt can be,” he replied. “Most men, no matter the age difference, would jump at the chance to have the love of a good woman. Leave it to him to always go against the grain.”
Yes, most men wouldn’t hesitate at a chance for true love, but most men aren’t Matt Hardy.
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