He stretched out in his bed in his hotel room and stared up at the ceiling in the dark. He couldn't stop thinking about her. It was so ridiculous, the way he was feeling, but he was powerless to stop the way he felt. He had been thinking about her nonstop ever since she had announced her engagement a few months ago, the day after Valentine's Day to be exact. Now the wedding was two weeks away, just two short weeks away. In two weeks, she would be lost to him forever. That fact made his heart squeeze painfully in his chest. We never got a chance, he thought miserably. We never got a chance.

He drifted off into an uneasy sleep with thoughts of her on his mind...

He woke to the sound of a soft knocking on the door of his hotel room. He got up and walked over to the door, yawning, and running a hand through his short hair. He wondered who it could be. Trying to make himself look as presentable as he could wearing only his silk boxers, he opened the door.

He couldn't believe it was her. "Stephanie... You came," he whispered, in awe.

"Of course I came," she answered. "I would never stand you up." He stood there looking at her, unsure of if this was a dream or if it was really real. "Are you going to invite me in?" she asked finally.

He opened the door wider and allowed her to step inside. Shutting the door, he turned around, and was completely surprised when he found her standing right behind him with a devious look in her eyes. He had never seen her eyes so dark. She had never looked at him that way before.

"You wanted to talk to me," she said, pursing her lips. "What's up?"

"I..." He couldn't even remember the reason he had asked her to come over. He had asked her at work the day before, and she had agreed to meet up with him. He had waited for her for hours in his hotel room until he was convinced that she wasn't coming. He had laid in his bed staring at the ceiling until he finally fell into a restless sleep, filled with dreams of only her. And now, here it was, two o'clock in the morning, and she was there.

"Cat got your tongue, Champ?" she asked coyly. Before he could reply, she stepped closer, closing the short distance between them. She touched his face in the most tender way, then licked her lips as they curved into a brilliant smile.

"What are you doing, Steph?" he asked, bewildered, as she caressed his face. "You're engaged to be married..."

"He's not here now," she replied in a soft voice. "It's just me and you, and nobody's watching..." She leaned up and kissed him softly.

He kissed her back, feeling like he was living out a dream. This had to be a dream, because there was no way that Stephanie McMahon was kissing him like this, like she just couldn't get enough of him. There was no way that she could be pushing him over to the bed, no way that she could be pulling him down on top of her like this...

But she was.

"I want you so much," he said in a low voice as he leaned over her. "You don't have any idea how long I've been wanting you."

"I've known for a very long time," she replied, pulling him to her. "And it's ok," she went on in a voice almost lower than a whisper. "Because I want you, too."

He kissed her again, and he wondered what he had done to deserve being with her like this. Then he pulled back, feeling guilty. "We shouldn't. You're engaged to another man..."

"Tonight, I'm yours," she reassured him.

That was all the reassurance he needed as he slowly leaned down and captured her lips...

He sat up straight in bed and looked around him. The bed beside him was empty. He was the only one in the room. She wasn't really there. He was, as usual, all alone.

He sighed and laid back down, closing his tired eyes. The dreams haunted him. They wouldn't go away no matter how much he prayed that they would. He tried not to think about her, but every night he found her on his mind. He could see her face, her dazzling smile, her beautiful body... She was his best friend, she was engaged, and her wedding was two weeks away.

He didn't want to know what the dreams meant, didn't want to even consider what they meant. But he knew. Inside, he knew...

John Cena was helplessly in love with Stephanie McMahon.