"Your bitch friend hit me!" she'd shouted, glaring at Dawn Marie.  She didn't care much for the brunette, either.

Now, as she sat with Adam on his hotel room bed, watching a movie on the TV, she told him about the incident.

The Canadian man arched an eyebrow and stared at her.  "Oh, man..."  He wasn't surprised that Amy had hit Torrie, especially after the blonde woman had made the first move.  Nonetheless, this couldn't be good.  He was sure Matt would try something as a means of revenge - like attack him when he was least expecting an ambush.

"I couldn't just sit there and let her get away with it!" the redhead exclaimed.  "Granted, I opened my mouth first, but she attacked me!"

"It's okay, Ames," he said calmly.  "I don't blame you for hitting her.  She did deserve that.  And she deserved what you said to her, too."

Adam decided that whatever Matt Hardy would throw at him - figuratively and literally speaking - he would handle it.  He would do just about anything to defend this woman's honor.

He gazed at her lovely face as she suddenly grew quiet, concentrating on the movie.  They had Showtime on, and Cruel Intentions, starring Sarah Michelle Gellar, was on.  Both of them had already seen the movie.

"What a bitch..." the redhead muttered, her eyes focused on the TV screen.  Adam wasn't sure whether she was referring to Kathryn, Gellar's character, or Torrie Wilson.

The blond man tried to focus on the movie, but it was difficult to do so with Amy so near.  She sat so close to him that their legs touched - not that he minded, but it sure made concentrating on anything else difficult.

He had assumed that once Stephanie McMahon had told the diva she would be working for SmackDown that Amy would get her own room at the hotels.  But earlier that night, she had surprised him by asking if it was all right if she continue to room with him.

She had completely caught him off guard.  Adam had thought that, at the very least, the redhead would much prefer to room with another woman - the obvious choice being Dawn Marie, since the two of them were so close...

Not that he would complain.  He recalled another time when she had shared his hotel room.  It had been nearly a year earlier, and he had been sharing a room with Jay - who hadn't come back that night after picking up at girl in a club.  Adam had smirked while he'd been on the phone with his best friend, thinking about how different they were.  Not that he had never done anything like that before, but Jay made that sort of thing a habit.

It had actually been a good thing the other man had picked up that woman, because, little after midnight, Amy had come to his room - clad in her pajamas and looking deeply unhappy...

He stared at the redhead in his doorway.  "Amy...hey, what's the matter?"

"Matt and I had a huge fight!  Can...can I stay here for tonight?"

Adam wondered about that request, thinking how it wouldn't be a good thing for anyone if he obliged - but Amy was his friend, and she obviously needed him right now.  Besides, with the feelings he had for her, he would find it impossible to refuse, anyway.

"Sure..."  He held the door open a bit wider, and she stepped inside.

"Thanks, Adam," she said gratefully.  "I really appreciate this...I just couldn't stay in that room with Matt any longer."

The Canadian nodded in understanding, deciding he wouldn't question her unless she began to voluntarily tell him what had happened between her and her boyfriend that had upset her so much.

"You can sleep in Jay's bed," he said.  "He's out for the night."

"Good..."  She hadn't known the smaller man wasn't there when she'd arrived, but she would have shared a bed with one of them, or even slept on the floor if she'd had to.

Amy climbed into the empty bed, pulling the blanket over herself as Adam made his way to his own bed.

"Goodnight, Adam..."

"Goodnight, Amy..."  He then reached over to the bedside lamp and turned it off.  They were laying enveloped in almost total darkness for a few minutes before Adam was suddenly able to detect a faint sound.  After a beat, he realized the redhead was crying - and doing so very softly, as though she didn't want him to hear her.

"Amy?"

There was no response, but the sounds from the other bed suddenly stifled.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"N-no..." came the faint reply.  And then her sobs resumed, only this time, they increased in an immeasurable volume.

Adam got out of the bed and blindly went to the other one, reaching out with both hands to feel his way around.  When he touched the bed in which the redhead lay, he sat on its edge and reached out to where he believed she was.  He felt the bed suddenly shift as she sat up, suddenly in his arms, holding onto him tightly, pressing her face against his chest as she continued to cry.

Adam stroked a hand gently down her long red hair as his other arm went around her waist, holding her close.

After a couple of minutes, her crying ceased, and the blond couldn't help but reach a hand to her face to wipe away the tears.  Amy kept her hazel eyes down for a moment, then raised them.

As their eyes met and locked, Adam felt an urge to kiss her - an incredibly powerful urge.  But he didn't do it.  Instead, he pulled back out of respect for not only Matt Hardy, but also the diva.  They were both his friends.  He vowed he would never resort to taking advantage of her - she was so vulnerable right now.  He loved her far too much to do that.

Amy turned her head to gaze at Adam as she sensed his eyes on her.  A small smile touched her lips as their eyes met, and she lowered her eyes to the blond man's hand resting on his thigh.  She bit her lip as the urge to slip her hand into his came over her.

She didn't do it, instead laying down and stretching out on the bed.  She felt so comfortable around him.

Adam glanced down at the redhead, and his heart pounded as he noticed how very at ease she seemed to be with him - and in his bed, no less.  She was making herself very at home.

Amy turned onto her side, facing him, and Adam suddenly became aware of her hand on his arm, her fingers lightly tracing small lines over his skin.  Surprised, the blond man turned his head to stare at her.

"Lay down beside me?" the diva said, her tone somewhat plaintive as she gazed up at him with large hazel eyes.

Adam didn't have the heart to deny her request.  He stretched out on the bed, turning to face her.  As their eyes locked, a myriad of emotions swept through him.  He'd fallen in love with her a long time ago, and he wanted nothing more than to just put his arms around her and kiss her.  He was certain that if he tried, she would respond and reciprocate - but he couldn't shake the voice in the back of his head - that voice that reminded him that she had just ended a relationship, and he didn't want to end up just being a rebound thing to her.

Adam closed his eyes as he suddenly felt Amy's hand in his hair.  Her touch was gentle and soft, and he held his breath.  Did she know what she was doing to him?  With her hand on him, her warm breath against his face, and her body so close to his, he felt as though he could go mad.

Although he wanted in the worst way for the redhead to touch him, the Canadian suddenly bolted up, pulling away from her.

Startled, Amy pushed herself up to a sitting position and gazed at him in confusion.

The tall blond man raked a hand through his long hair.  Clearing his throat, he began to explain.  "I don't think it's such a good idea for us to continue rooming together..."

"What?  Why not?"  The redhead's face looked concerned, and Adam could swear he even detected a slight flicker of disappointment cross her face.

He gazed into her eyes seriously.  "Amy, I..."  He sighed before continuing.  "...I don't know if I can handle this - you just broke up with Matt, and I don't want you to be on the rebound...especially with me."

She blinked as she eyed him wordlessly, but a feeling of hurt struck her.

"Anyway, I...don't know if I can control myself around you if we continue like this."

Amy moved slightly closer to him, gazing intensely into his green eyes.  "Well...maybe I don't want you to control yourself around me..."  Her voice was low and a bit seductive.

The blond kept his gaze on her, their eyes locked for a long moment.  Finally, he said, "Okay...but we're still sleeping in separate beds...I don't..."  Running his hand through his golden hair again, he said softly, "...I don't want to end up being just a rebound."

The diva bit her lip as she thought about what he'd just said - and about what was happening between the two of them.  And it hit her like a ton of bricks - she now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she was in love with this man - and because of that, she would respect the boundaries he was setting - until he felt she was no longer in "rebound" mode.