Not once had Colby outright lied to Saraya’s face. She knew that, even in an inebriated state, which was probably why she had wound up at the door to his hotel room. She knew that she could ask him to his face, and he would tell her the truth, or make it clear that he wasn’t. When she asked him the question, his answer was all she needed to hear.
She believed him.
Something about his face was just so calming and comforting to her, it always had been. Long ago when they started this dance, he had gotten under her skin in a way that she could never truly explain or understand. She didn’t want this to end, she hadn’t wanted it to end the first time around. And if there was nothing going on between him and Rebecca, there was no reason that whatever had been blooming between them couldn’t continue to bloom. And after what he had said to her in the hallway of the arena, she truly wanted to hear what he had to say when she wasn’t seeing red any longer.
She stepped into the room, stumbling slightly into the door frame as she passed it before toeing her heels off with a hand to steady her against the wall. Leather jacket shrugged off her shoulders as she walked further into the room, tossing it aside. The bed looked comfortable, and he wanted to talk, so what better place than the bed? Atleast, that was her mindset as she walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge and glancing at Colby, just wearing her now signature look of crop top and jeans that she wore for television.
Leaning back on her elbows, she kicked her feet up before chuckling deeply. “I hope you weren’t expecting me to stand the whole time, yeah? Had a few too many pints at the little pub stand, soz. But come, talk, say and do what you want to do.”











