Disclaimer: I do not own Jay "Christian" Reso or anything that pertains to World Wrestling Entertainment. I am not profiting from writing this piece.

Author's Note: I know this chapter is short, but that's because it's the last. I'm not sure if I will write more about these two in follow-up story, but I want to thank everyone that's been reading. You rock!

Intimacy without sex is said to be the foundation for creating a solid relationship. Jay and I slipped into that profound level of romanticism rather easily. Granted, if he had kept teasing my body with those sweet kisses and decided that he couldn't stay true to his look-touch-but-go-no-further rule, I would have had no qualms about him putting my toes past my ears and pounding me into oblivion.

It had been a long time since I shared my bed with a man. It had been a long time since I had a man wrap his arms around me, put his chin in the crook of my neck, and whisper corny jokes into my ear. Okay, so no man had ever done that last part. No man, except Jay. We must have talked for hours, as if we were two former friends catching up on old times. Then I ended up falling asleep in his arms. It was blissful, absolutely blissful.

My alarm clock sounded and I roused from my semi-conscious state of sleep.

I smiled and rolled over.

Jay was gone.

I needed to be at the office by eight. Jay had said that he had an early flight; but seeing as though he hadn't brought any luggage with him last night, he probably had to get up earlier to go back home to get his belongings.

I frowned. He still could have told me good-bye.

Oh well, he had never been a tactful person when it came to the customaries.

I laughed at the thought and got out of bed to go shower.

I dressed in my traditional white-collared, black suit ensemble and looked at myself in my full-length mirror as I pulled my hair into a bun. It was a good thing Jay wasn't here. He always teased me about my work clothes. According to him, I looked like "such a schoolmarm." I let go of my hair, letting it fall to my shoulders. I felt invigorated this morning, so maybe Ms. Schoolmarm should spice things up. I left my hair down, sprayed a little perfume on my neck, and added some make-up. Having a man (albeit a married man) in my life seemed to boost my self-worth.

After another glance in the mirror, I headed downstairs.

My kitchen was spotless, as if Jay had never been there. The bar stools were in order and our milk glasses from last night had been washed. In fact, all the dishes in my sink had been washed and put away. Laying on the countertop of the bar was a folded piece of white computer paper; a sterling sliver wedding ring was placed on top of it to hold it closed.

I smiled. So he did say good-bye after all.

I crossed the room and took a seat at the bar. I picked up Jay's wedding band and slipped it on my ring-finger. It was about two sizes too big, but still it was fun to fantasize that it belonged to me. Mrs. Ashley Papadakos Reso.

I laughed aloud at the thought, slipped the ring off my finger, and set it aside. I opened the note that Jay had left. It read:

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet."

— Plato

You can't fight me on this one. I looked it up.

— Jay

"Smartass," I laughed as I folded the note.

I looked over at Jay's wedding ring again and grinned.

I could proudly call that smartass mine…at last.