Chapter 23...

Jordan hung up the dress she wore that morning and draped her still damp hair over her shoulder. She'd taken a shower right when she got back to the hotel, knowing she didn't have much time before they were supposed to leave for the arena. She heard a knock on her door and walked over quickly to open it.

"Hi," she smiled when she saw Phil.

"Hey," he walked in and she closed the door behind him. When she turned to face him again, he grabbed her hand, pulling her against him. Before she could say anything, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her softly at first. She felt herself melting against him as he held her face in his hands, teasing her mouth open. Her hands grabbed at his shirt, pulling him even closer against her. She could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt and she desperately wanted to get it off. She wasn't sure how long the kiss lasted but when he pulled away, her head was spinning.

"I came to see if you were ready to go," he smiled, resting his forehead against hers.

"For future reference; if you want me to go somewhere," she breathed. "You can't kiss me like that. Now I just wanna stay here."

"I had to get it out of my system before we got on the bus," he smirked. "I made a promise, I plan to stick to it."

She laughed, "I'm almost ready. Arden's gonna meet us downstairs."

She reluctantly moved away from him, packing a couple of outfit options into a bag, knowing she always changed her mind at least once before she started filming.

"How was your pep rally?" he asked, sitting on the bed.

"It's not a pep rally and you know it," she pointed at him. "I've had a very good day. The kids were great. One of them asked Beth to be his girlfriend, it was adorable."

"And you and Beth got along?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah actually," she nodded. "Although it was kind of weird. She said she wanted to set me up with one of her friends."

He frowned, "Beth isn't usually one to play matchmaker."

"I kinda got the vibe that she was trying to get something out of me," Jordan explained. "But maybe I'm just being paranoid."

"Maybe she's still convinced you're lying about me."

"Yeah well, I am lying about you," she raised an eyebrow at him. "Please tell me I'm not gonna end up all hung on you like that. Who am I kidding? I don't like you that much."

"You're not very nice to me, you know?" he laughed.

"You like it," she laughed. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, I had my very first invasion of privacy this morning. This guy was taking my picture on the train."

"What'd you do?" he looked concerned.

"I sat and talked to him for a while and then we took a picture together."

When she was done packing her bag he picked it up, giving her a disapproving look, "You need to be careful with things like that. You should start driving to the airport."

"Jason was with me," she assured him. "Besides, I'm not famous enough to have crazy fans. And you know I don't have a car."

"You can afford to hire a car service or take a cab. Or Jason could drive you," he argued.

"Yeah but I like taking the train," she shrugged. "I'll be fine."

"Are you ever not stubborn?" he asked.

"I'll let you know when I come across a situation where I'm not," she smirked. "I told you, I'll be fine. Trust me."

"I do trust you," he said, walking to the door and holding it open for her while she grabbed her purse. " I just want to make sure you're safe."

"Aww," she playfully smacked him on the butt as she walked past. "I'm touched."


Arden finished a tersely worded email to Nate and sent it. He had been trying to get a hold of her all weekend to ask her a question that she'd already sent him the answer to. She rolled her eyes, slipping her phone back into her purse and pulling out her sunglasses. They were knocked out of her hand when she felt something, or rather someone, run into her back. She stumbled forward, a squeak escaping her. She turned around, annoyed, and found herself with Cody's angry gaze fixed on her.

"Watch where you're going," he snapped.

"Really?" she glared. "You ran into my back."

"Because you just stopped moving in the middle of a walkway."

"Oh well, excuse me Cody," she stepped stepping out of his path and gesturing toward the parking lot. "Far be it for me to keep you from your hunting ground."

"You really need to let that go," he rolled his eyes.

"Do I?" she crossed her arms over her chest.

"You do," he said. "And you also need to watch who you're talking to."

"And why is that Cody?" she asked. "Are you gonna start another rumor about me?"

"That rumor is the only reason anyone around here knows who you are," Cody said. "The only reason you have this job is because of people like me. Don't forget, you can lose it because of people like me."


"Wow," Bryan shook his head, standing outside the ring while Stephen and Stu climbed out. "I know everyone comes back a little rusty from an injury but that…that was bad."

"Piss off, goat face," Stu pointed at him.

"I'm kidding," Bryan laughed, handing both men a bottle of water. "You looked good."

"That's got nothing to do with him," Stephen laughed. "I make everyone look good."

"If only that were true," Stu smirked.

"Maybe all that extra sleep is helping," Stephen pushed his friend's shoulder.

"Are you still going on about that?"

"About what?" Bryan asked, feeling left out.

"He was supposed to go out with us a couple nights back and he didn't show. Says he fell asleep."

"Us as in..?" Bryan gestured for him to elaborate.

"Stephen and Arden," Stu explained. "I can't for the life of me figure out why he's complaining."

"You went on a date with Arden?" Bryan smirked.

"How did you get 'date' out of the fact that Stu ditched us?" Stephen laughed.

"You stayed out," Bryan said. "Alone. For you, that's pretty much a date."

"What do you mean for me?" Stephen asked.

"Come on, you're not exactly the Godfather," Bryan laughed. "When was the last time you even went on a date?"

"That isn't any of your concern," Stephen insisted. "I'm not interested in Arden in that way. She's a nice woman who obviously feels a bit out of place. I'm just trying to be her friend."

Bryan smirked, "Good luck with that."


"I still don't understand why you won't come," Jordan shook her head, admonishing Dylan. "Arden doesn't know the first thing about MMA and she's coming."

"She's right, Dylan," Arden said, taking a sip of her coffee. "You should come with us."

They had an extra ticket for Ronda's fight and hadn't been able to find anyone to take it yet. Phil wanted to go but couldn't get out of his duties at Axxess. The same went for John, AJ, Stephen, and Bryan. The girls wanted Dylan to go but he wasn't terribly interested.

"Maybe next time guys," Dylan smiled, patting them both on the shoulder. "I'm gonna go get some water. You want anything?"

"No thanks," Jordan said, relenting.

"You should really rethink that."

Both women looked up when Nick walked over to them.

"Ronda Rousey is a badass," Nick told Dylan.

"Thanks for the advice," Dylan smiled before walking away.

"Sorry to interrupt," Nick apologized. "I overheard you guys talking. That's a pretty decent card. You you're gonna have a good time."

"I always enjoy seeing Ronda rip arms off," Jordan shrugged. She looked over at Arden who seemed to have gone mute all of a sudden. Her cheeks were starting to flush. She turned her attention back to Nick, "I didn't know you were an MMA fan."

"Yeah, most of the guys here are," he said.

"Have you gone to any fights live?" she asked, nudging Arden with her foot under the table.

"A couple here and there," Nick answered. "It's a lot of fun."

Jordan looked over at Arden, trying to give her a look while being as subtle as possible. Arden looked back at her but didn't seem to know what Jordan was getting at.

Jordan rolled her eyes, "What are you doing Saturday night Ziggles?"

"No plans really," he shrugged. "I'm doing most of my Axxess stuff on Friday."

"Then you should come with us," Jordan said.

"Really?" he looked a little surprised. Jordan made a conscious effort not to roll her eyes. Was no one capable of picking up hints anymore?
Nick looked at Arden and Jordan kicked her sharply in the foot.

"I think that's a great idea," Arden smiled up at him. "You should definitely come."

"Okay, sure," he nodded. "Sounds like a plan. I'm gonna go get showered up. I'll see you guys later."

Jordan waved as he walked away and then turned to Arden who was shamelessly staring at his backside.

She tugged Arden's ponytail, snapping her out of her trance, "What was that? Did you forget how to talk?"

"I'm sorry," Arden blushed, covering her face with her hands. "He makes me nervous."

"Why?" Jordan asked. "He obviously likes you."

"No he doesn't," Arden shook her head. "Not like that."

"Not like what?" Jordan laughed. "Honey, he tried to ask you out."

"I didn't think he was asking me on a date," Arden insisted. "I thought he just wanted to hang out as friends."

"Jesus H," Jordan sighed shaking her head. She put her arm around Arden's shoulders, resting her head against her friend. "When you realize how awesome you are, you're gonna be dangerous."


"Sounds good ladies," Paul Wight stood up, patting John on the shoulder. "I'll see ya out there."

John winced as he hit a sore spot. They'd just finished discussing plans for the show with Bryan and Phil. Bryan was to interrupt a match between Phil and Paul which would lead to another match pitting John and Phil against the other two men.

"I'm gonna go find AJ," Bryan said, standing up.

As Bryan exited the room Randy entered. Phil pulled on a hooded sweatshirt and looked like he was about to leave.

"Hey, have you seen Jordan today?" John asked. He'd meant to ask him earlier but then Bryan showed up.

"Why?" Phil asked, his eyebrows just slightly rose.

"I just wanted to talk to her about something," John shrugged. It was Monday so he knew she'd be back to work and he hadn't seen her yet. He really didn't have anything particularly pressing to discuss with her. Although his brother had been asking him to find out how well she knew Ronda Rousey.

"I haven't seen her since we got here," Phil shrugged, putting his headphones around his neck. "She's around here somewhere."

"You guys came together?" Randy asked.

"Yup," Phil replied before putting on his headphones and heading toward the door. "When I see her, I'll let her know you're looking."

There was a knock on the door and Phil pulled it open. As if they'd conjured her up with their conversation, Jordan stood on the other side.

"Speak of the devil," Phil pulled his headphones back down. He stepped aside to allow her into the room.

"Do I even want to know why you were talking about me?" she smirked. When she saw Randy and John she smiled, waving, "Gentlemen."

"Hey Jordan," John waved.

"He was the one talking about you," Randy pointed to John.

"Good to know," she laughed. She pointed at Phil, "Are you coming to film?"

"With you? I didn't know I was supposed to be," he said. "I thought we were doing that later."

"Nope," she shook her head. "We were supposed to start like 5 minutes ago."

"Shit, sorry," he apologized. "No one told me."

"No big deal, we still have time if you do," she shrugged.

"Yeah, I can do it now," he nodded.

Phil moved to lead the way out of the room but Jordan stopped short just inside the door way, looking at John, "I almost forgot. I brought a flash drive with me with that stuff we talked about."

Randy immediately looked intrigued and he smiled, looking back and forth between the two of them, "What kind of stuff?"

John rolled his eyes and Jordan laughed, "Music Randy. I'll bring it to you later."

"I look forward to it," John smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem," she said, following Phil out of the room.

John avoided looking at Randy, knowing exactly how his friend's mind worked. Jordan had made fun of him the night they went out because he was somewhat behind on new music. She had promised to bring him some songs she thought he would like. Her innocent mention of it had undoubtedly set wheels in motion in Randy's mind.

"Not looking at me doesn't mean I'm not here," Randy laughed.

"I know, I'm just hoping it keeps you quiet," John countered.

"So how long has that been going on?" Randy asked.

"What?" John asked, confused.

"Jordan and Punk," Randy gestured to where they'd been standing.

John turned to his friend giving him a puzzled look.

"You mean to tell me you didn't see the look on his face when you asked about Jordan?" Randy questioned. "You didn't notice how he made sure you knew they came here together?"

"You are reading way too much into that conversation," John shook his head. "He was just talking."

"You say that now but I'm telling you, I'm right," Randy said. "I'd put a hundred bucks on it."

"I'm not gonna bet with you about that," John laughed. "Where's Stephanie? She needs to give you something to do. You've got too much time to over think everything."


"I really hate these things," AJ looked at herself in the mirror, straightening out the jacket of the business suit she wore. "Phil told me I look like a pocket size Stephanie."

Arden laughed and then covered her mouth, giving her new friend an apologetic look.

"It's okay, you can laugh," AJ smiled. "It helps. It's good to know I'm not the only one who thinks I look ridiculous."

"I wouldn't say ridiculous," Arden said diplomatically. "Just..less than comfortable. A lot less."

"Thanks," AJ laughed, reapplying her lip gloss.

Arden heard shuffling off to her right and she looked out of the corner of her eye, seeing Beth searching for something in her bag. She'd noticed that as she and AJ were talking, Beth seemed to have been hovering close by, almost like she was eavesdropping. It was beginning to get a little irritating.

When Beth saw her looking, she pulled a t-shirt out of her bag, quickly walking away.

Arden turned back to AJ, who was rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

"Not a big fan?" Arden looked in the direction Beth had gone.

"I used to be. I looked up to her. When I first got here, we got along fine," AJ explained. "Then when the whole crazy AJ angle started, all of a sudden she just sort of stopped talking to me. I got the feeling she was pissed that I was getting such a big push and she wasn't. Then after Phil and I kissed that first time on Raw, she looked like she wanted to rip my head off."

"He seems to have quite an effect on the women around here," Arden said, leaning back in her chair. She couldn't help but think of Jordan. She didn't want her friend ending up angry and bitter.

"I know," AJ nodded. "Phil's a great friend to have. He's fun to hang out with, he's generous, he's protective. I could never go there though."

"Why not?"

"Because when he and Beth were together things with them seemed…a little too intense for me. I like for relationships to be as easy as possible."

"Don't we all?" Arden laughed. Her last relationship had been anything but easy. She tried her best not to think about it if she didn't have to.

"Speaking of which, what's going on with you and Nick?" AJ smiled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Arden felt a flush crawling up her cheeks as she shook her head, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" AJ asked. "You do recall that I was there when he tried to ask you out?"

"I have a lot of work to focus on. I'm not looking for anything else."

"You don't have to be looking for it," AJ shrugged. "Sometimes it just finds you."


Phil watched Jordan as she finished typing something on her laptop. They'd come back to the bus after they finished taping a short interview and she said she had to send an email to Jason before she forgot. He sat down, claiming he was going to finish up his book before the show started but there he was, holding the book open, looking at her. He liked looking at her face when she was focused on work. Most of the time she had this perpetually amused, mischievous look on her face that he always liked but there was something different about her when she didn't know she was being watched. She made little faces where she scrunched her nose and shook her head at herself, obviously second guessing something she'd written. She squinted at the computer screen, despite the fact that she was wearing her glasses. She tapped her fingers against her lips as she read over what she wrote, scrutinizing every word. It was cute. He enjoyed these new moments they were having; the times when the electricity calmed down a bit and they just relaxed together. He felt ridiculous when he thought back to how he'd reacted when she first told him about her job. He really liked having her around. Apparently he wasn't the only one. He thought of the look on Randy's face when he said he and Jordan arrived together. He hadn't even meant to say 'we' instead of 'I' but the surprise in Randy's eyes annoyed him. He tried to shrug it off at the time, Randy annoyed him more often than not, but as he sat there with her, thinking about it, he found himself getting irritated again. The few times he'd been in a room with Randy, John, and Jordan, he noticed that Randy always seemed to be looking back and forth between John and Jordan, like he was waiting for something to happen.

"Alright, done," Jordan finished typing and then closed her laptop, setting it down beside her.

"Finally," he rolled his eyes dramatically. "I was getting bored over here."

"I'm not here for your entertainment," she said. "You need to learn to make your own fun."

"Maybe I'd be more entertained if you made mixtapes for me like you do for John," he smirked.

She laughed, her mouth falling open, "I will have you know I have never made a man a mix tape in my life."

"You sure about that?"

"Look, when we were out the other night, we were talking about music, I told him about some acts I thought he would like. He said he doesn't have time to find new music. I told him I'd bring it to him. That's all."

"I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this," he smiled, thoroughly enjoying teasing her.

"We both know you'd never be jealous so shut up about it," she laughed, sticking out her tongue at him.

The door to the bus opened and Paul Heyman walked in, one hand over his eyes, the other dramatically waving around in front of him, "Denny told me you two were in here alone."

"We're as decent as we get," Jordan laughed.

Paul dropped his hands, smiling at Jordan, "Did I miss it this time?"

"I'm afraid so," she shrugged. "Better luck next time."

"Show's about to start, we're being beckoned by Stephanie," Paul explained to Phil.

"Let me guess," he sighed. "Last minute change."

"Last minute change," Paul smiled, nodding. "Look at you, you're gonna get the hang of this business in no time."

Phil got up, pulling his hood up. For some reason Stephanie obviously hated when he talked to her and wouldn't take off his hood but she would never actually say anything about it. Years ago, she hadn't been afraid to say anything to him. These days she was better at biting her tongue. Perks of being the champion he supposed.

"You coming?" he turned to Jordan.

"I've gotta make a couple phone calls," she said. "I'll be along in a little bit."

He waved to her and then followed Paul off the bus.

"So what do you think of her?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets as Paul closed the door behind them. He'd known Paul Heyman for a long time and he trusted his opinion more than almost anyone else in the business.

"Jordan?" Paul said. "I think she's great. She's quick on her feet. Knows her stuff. She's damn good looking. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I thought I had things figured out with the two of us and now..I'm rethinking some things."

Paul patted him on the back, "Go with your instincts."

Paul walked ahead a bit and turned, looking at him over his shoulder, "Unless your instincts are telling you to let her go. Then, ignore your instincts completely."


2:00 AM

John paced back and forth, trying to keep from crushing his phone into a million pieces as he listened to his soon to be ex-wife talk. He was getting so tired of talking in circles with her. He ran a hand over his face, taking a deep breath in a concentrated effort to calm himself.

"Ashley, all I'm saying is that we don't have to take this public. Why put yourself through it? Why put our families through it?"

He still couldn't understand why she was trying to make this so damn difficult.

"John you act like you're so reasonable but you're forcing my hand," she said. "It isn't my fault it has to be this way."

"What do you mean it's not your fault?" he asked, laughing at her ridiculousness. He'd never realized she could be this irrational. "You're the one threatening to make it public. You're the one with TMZ on speed dial."

"Because you're low balling me," she insisted. "You're acting like our marriage wasn't worth anything."

"That is bullshit and you know it," he said, unable to keep the contempt out of his voice. He was sick of talking about money with her. "I have offered you plenty."

"I disagree," she said. "And so does my lawyer."

"Your lawyer just wants more money for you because it means more money for him," he insisted. "He doesn't give a shit about the 'worth of our marriage'. He doesn't care what happens in your life once this is over."

"Because you do?" she asked.

He sighed deeply, sitting on the edge of his bed. He'd tried so many times to tell her that he did care. He cared about her, he cared about her well being. He just couldn't handle being married to her anymore. He didn't hate her. He didn't carry any deep resentment and malice; he just wanted this to end amicably. It didn't matter though. Whatever he said seemed to go in one ear and right out the other.

"I've gotta go," he said, knowing he couldn't talk to her much longer without completely losing his temper. "I'll talk to you later."

He didn't wait for a response, ending the call and tossing his phone behind him on the bed. He took another deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Talking to Ashley had become like talking to a wall and he felt himself getting more and more aggravated every time he tried. He thought about going downstairs for a beer but that probably wouldn't help. He didn't want to be one of those people who started to turn to alcohol every time they got even the slightest bit frustrated. He'd seen way too much of that in his years in the business. He looked over at the clock to check the time and something on the nightstand caught his eye: the flash drive Jordan had given him earlier. He laughed as he looked at it. It was shaped like Batman and he'd told him he could keep it if he wanted. He wondered what she was doing. Lately, talking to her seemed to make him feel better, even if they were talking about Ashley. It was just nice to have an outside opinion. It was late and she probably wasn't awake. Although, she did tell him she had an article due and that usually kept her up. It couldn't hurt to try. He certainly wasn't going to be getting any sleep anytime soon.


Jordan awoke with a start when she heard a light knock on the door. She hadn't been in a very deep sleep. There was a large gap under the door causing more light in the room than she was able to deal with. She'd just barely fallen drifted off when the knocking started. She sat up, rubbing her eyes with one hand while the other fumbled on the nightstand for her glasses. Once she found them, she put them on and crawled quietly out of bed, tip-toeing quickly to the door. She assumed it was probably Arden and if her friend was visiting in the middle of the night, she didn't want to keep her waiting long. She opened the door, slipping out into the hall. She didn't see anyone at first and frowned, looking first to her left, then the right. She was surprised to see John heading down the hall toward the elevator.

"John?" she whispered his name, not wanting to disturb anyone.

He turned around when he heard her, giving her a sheepish smile as he started walking her way, "I thought maybe you were sleeping."

"Not really," she shrugged.

When he reached her she became acutely aware of the fact that she'd forgotten to put on pants before she left the room. She was wearing a t-shirt that, fortunately, covered her underwear but not much else. Thankfully, John didn't seem to notice. He looked tired and his shoulders seemed tense.

"What's going on?" she asked, concerned.

"I probably shouldn't have-"

"Don't come up with some reason you shouldn't have come to talk to me," she stopped him. "You did. I'm awake. It's fine. What's going on?"

His shoulders seemed to relax a fraction at her words and he sighed deeply, "It's Ashley. She's driving me crazy. Every time I try to talk to her, I get so frustrated because I just can't reason with her. She takes everything I say and twists it around into something else. Everything I suggest she fights it tooth and nail and she's only fighting because it's not her idea. I just don't know what to do at this point. I'm trying to make this easy and she just seems to desperately want it to be hard."

She felt for him. She knew it was important to him for this divorce to be peaceful. He clearly didn't want to hurt Ashley. Unfortunately, wanting peace doesn't always make it so.

He looked at her, his blue eyes searching for help. She was no expert on divorce. The dissolution of her parents' marriage had been handled in an unconventional way out of necessity. She felt grossly under qualified to comment but she couldn't leave him hanging.


Phil awoke to the sound of Jordan's voice. She sounded like she was a million miles away. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, wondering what the hell time it was. He got his answer when he looked over at the clock, blinking until the numbers came into focus. 2:27 AM.

He looked around, trying to figure out where she'd gone. Yawning, he pushed off the sheet that covered his legs and got out of bed. He heard her voice again and now that he was more awake, he could hear where it was coming from. She was just outside the door. Who would she be talking to in the hall in the middle of the night? Probably Arden. Maybe AJ. He hoped everything was okay. Curious, he moved a little closer to the door. When he heard the other voice, he stopped moving.

"I just don't know what to do you know? What am I supposed to say to her?"

He frowned when he heard the very familiar, very male voice, "Cena?"


John shook his head, "I just don't know what to do you know? What am I supposed to say to her?"

"I wish I had a perfect solution for you John," Jordan gave him an apologetic look. "I think the first thing you need to do is stop trying to reason with her. I mean, you said yourself; you can't have a rational conversation with her. I don't think that's gonna change. You're trying to deal with her on a personal level because you don't want this to get ugly but the way she's acting…she doesn't care if it gets ugly. You're considering her feelings and she isn't considering yours. Frustrating you is how she gains power and if you keep engaging with her, you're gonna get so worn down that you're just gonna give her what she wants so she'll go away. You have a lawyer whom I'm sure you're paying a lot of money. Let him do the work. If she wants to make this harder on you, just take a step back and let the sharks do their jobs. You can't make her cooperate but I'm sure they can."

He considered her words, nodding. She had a point. He was trying to treat this like a simple situation when it clearly wasn't anymore. He noticed Jordan putting a hand in front of her mouth, trying to stifle a yawn and he looked down at his watch, feeling guilty when he saw that it was 2:30.

"I'm sorry," he said, running a hand over his hair. "I'm keeping you up."

"No it's okay," she insisted, smiling sleepily. "I'm really not that tired."

"It's nice of you to lie," he laughed. Talking to her had made him feel significantly less restless. If he tried, he could probably get to sleep when he got back to his room. "I should probably-"

The door to the room started to open and John looked at Jordan, confused. Her brown eyes went wide as Phil Brooks, shirtless and half asleep, walked out of the room, scratching behind his ear, "Everything okay out here?"

John instantly felt uncomfortable. He knew he'd interrupted Jordan's sleep, despite her assertion that he didn't. He had no idea she wasn't alone. He definitely didn't know she was with Phil.

"Hey man," Phil turned his tired gaze to John. "You alright?"

"Yeah," John nodded, looking at Jordan, who had a strange gaze fixed on Phil, her eyes narrowed and her mouth slightly open. "Yeah, I uh..I just..I had to talk to Jordan about something but..I should be going. Sorry if I woke you up."

"No big deal," Phil yawned.

"Thanks for the advice," John said to Jordan, snapping her out of the strange trance she seemed to have slipped into.

She gave John an apologetic look, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," he nodded. "I'm good. I'm gonna go try to get some sleep. Sorry to bug you guys."

He turned away quickly, eager to get out of this awkward situation as quickly as possible. Now he was glad he didn't take that bet with Randy.


Jordan watched Phil as he walked back into her hotel room, crawling back onto the bed as of he hadn't just outed them in front of John. She walked into the room, still bewildered, closing the door behind her.

"Um..Phil?" she said, turning on one of the lamps.

"Yeah?" he squinted at the light, using an arm to block it out.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, pointing toward the door.

"What was what?" he asked, getting up and walking over, turning off the lamp.

"What was what?" she lowered her voice in a mocking tone. "Seriously? You're all Mr. Privacy most of the time and all of a sudden you decide it's a good idea to come waltzing out of my hotel room practically scratching your balls in the middle of the night?"

"I was not scratching anything," he said, getting back into the bed. "And I heard you out in the hall; I wanted to make sure everything was okay."

"Isn't that what the peep hole is for?" Jordan asked, confused. "Spotting potential danger in the immediate vicinity of a door?"

"Jordan, it's not a big deal," he yawned, patting the bed beside him. "Come on, I'm tired."

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to figure out why he'd just done that. The walls in this hotel weren't particularly thick; he would've been able to make sure she was alright by coming within 10 feet of the door. He would've been able to hear anything he wanted. Then, it dawned on her.

"Oh my God," she laughed, putting a hand over her mouth. "Was that a jealousy thing?"

"What?" he sat up, staring at her. "What are you talking about woman?"

She giggled, pointing at him, "You were totally just marking your territory."

"I was not," he insisted. "That's ridiculous."

"Oh I agree," she nodded. "It is ridiculous but that's totally what you were doing."

Even in the dark she could see that he was getting agitated. His body language had changed. He wasn't nearly as relaxed as he had been a few minutes earlier. He was tense, sitting up straighter than usual.

"Why would I do that?" he asked. "You're not my property."

"I know," she said, sitting beside him on the bed, not bothering to hide her amusement. He acted like he was so evolved but she knew a jealous streak when she saw it. She'd been guilty of a little jealousy herself once or twice.

"Have I ever told you that you look adorable in green?" she smirked, taking back her pillow. He had a tendency to steal it in his sleep.

"Jordan, I have never been, nor will I ever be jealous of John Cena," he insisted. "Trust me."

"I do," she said. "Now go to sleep. I've gotta figure out how to answer all the awkward questions John's gonna ask me tomorrow."