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Torrie smiled to herself as she sauntered into the women's locker room at the arena. She felt pretty good about herself.
In spite of the physical altercation she'd had with Lita the past night, she felt as though she'd made some progress. She knew Edge was physically attracted to her. She also knew that he had to be feeling particularly vulnerable after the unreasonable redhead had dumped him. And for what? What kind of woman would break up with a boyfriend over a measly kiss?
But if Torrie got her way, things would go a whole lot farther than just a kiss next time. She decided to plot and plan her next encounter with the blond Canadian.
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"So, this is it, right? We're back together?" Edge asked.
The redhead gave him an incredulous look.
"How can you honestly ask me that after last night?" She shook her head and reached out to smack him lightly in the head. "Can't you answer your own question?"
"Well, I guess so. I take that as a yes," the blond man said sheepishly.
Lita rolled her eyes. How could it be that men were really that oblivious?
"Gotcha!" he exclaimed, a teasing expression now adorning his face. He gave her a tiny nudge.
She simply gaped at him, shocked. He had actually had her going there. She balled a fist and showed it to him.
"I'm going to have to pay you back for that one, baby... sometime when you're least expecting it."
Edge stuck his tongue out at her.
"I really had you going, huh?"
"Yeah, you did," she admitted. "You rat!" She pressed up on her tiptoes to steal a kiss from him. He tightened his hold on her, but she squirmed away too fast.
"Oh, come on, Li!" he moaned.
"You've got SmackDown in a bit," she pointed out, noting the time on her watch. It was still decently early, but General Manager Stephanie McMahon preferred her stars to show up a bit early.
"But I'm not gonna see you for another three days," the Canadian complained. She was, of course, still on the RAW roster. "What am I gonna do without you?"
"Absolutely nothing." Lita meant that as she poked the tip of her boyfriend's nose with her forefinger. It wasn't that she didn't trust him, or that she felt the need to keep him on a proverbial short leash, she honestly meant that - and knew it.
"All right," he relented. "Fine, I'll head on over to the arena. I wish you were part of SmackDown."
"You mean you wish you were part of RAW," she corrected. She couldn't see any way she would go join the blue roster, short of the Women's Championship being moved there. She loved her boyfriend dearly, but she would never compromise her career just for the sake of a relationship. She was far too independent and headstrong.
Shortly thereafter, the couple left the hotel. They had pretty good timing, as it was checkout time, anyway. A housekeeper incidentally stood just outside the room with her cart of cleaning supplies.
They dragged their belongings down the steps to the lobby, facing each other once there.
"Well, I should get going," Lita said. "I've got a flight at two."
Edge pouted as he eyed her.
"I'll miss you."
"Yeah, I know." She smiled teasingly and grabbed his wrist. She pulled closer to him for a sweet, lingering kiss. Edge didn't want to let her go, but he knew he had to.
"Call you later?" he said.
She nodded.
"But of course."
He took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Then, he mouthed, I love you, and she did the same before leaving. She was taking the rental car they'd shared there, so he would have to call for a taxi.
As the blond man waited for his ride, he reflected on the past twenty-four hours. That had been perhaps the craziest day of his life. It was hard to believe Lita had broken up with him, but he was eternally grateful she'd taken him back. Things were back to normal, all right in the world.
Little did he know that a nasty surprise was waiting for him at the arena.