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He refrained from licking his lips as he eyed her intently from across the table. His gaze was fixed on her beautiful face, slowly lowering slightly to take in the soft, luscious fullness of her ripe lips. He couldn't help but wonder how they would taste if he were to kiss them... Visions of strawberries danced in his head as he imagined *that* was how they would taste...
Adam Copeland kept a neutral expression on his face as he studied Amy Dumas, the redhead chuckling softly as she spoke. She had a lilting, feminine trill of a laugh, one he found not merely cute, but irresistible. In fact, he found damn near *everything* irresistible and intriguing about the woman...
"Are you looking forward to tomorrow night?" the diva suddenly asked, cutting into the tall blond man's thoughts. A bright smile dominated her lovely face, and Adam felt a stirring deep within him.
"Oh, definitely..." I've been waiting for a year for tomorrow to arrive."
After being out with a serious neck injury and subsequent surgery, the Canadian would be making his long-awaited return at WrestleMania XX. His character of Edge was slated to run out to make a save for Chris Jericho when Christian would go ballistic and attack him following Y2J's win.
And speaking of Christian... His best friend, Jay Reso, was probably the only thing standing between Adam and Amy. His fellow Canadian seemed to have gotten much closer with the young woman during the last year, and particularly since Amy had returned from her own neck injury in September. And truthfully, it sickened Copeland...
The tall blond man had always had a crush on the diva. He'd always found her alluring, and so desirable. Many a night, he'd seen her in his dreams, and what exciting visions *those* had been.
He wanted to make them reality...
The tall Canadian had to refrain from licking his lips as he kept his green eyes on the woman. He wanted her so badly, he could practically taste it... He often envisioned what it would be like to get Amy into bed. No doubt, it would be an experience the likes of which he'd never dreamed. He knew it would be unforgotten, and far better in reality than in any of his fantasies. And he couldn't really afford to daydream about this right now - the last thing he would want was for the diva - not to mention Jay - to catch onto his truth thoughts.
On the other hand... Adam believed that he could stand a terrific chance with the beautiful redhead. He had his suspicions that Amy had always liked him as at least *somewhat* more than a friend. And hell, why *wouldn't* she? The tall blond man knew how exceptionally good-looking he was. And he was certainly more handsome to women than his buddy Jay...
"And then, after WrestleMania?" The shorter blond Canadian's voice penetrated Adam's thoughts.
"I'm supposed to be working with *you*, aren't I?" He glanced meaningfully back at Amy, unable to prevent himself from trying to picture her naked. What a truly gorgeous sight *that* must be. He was practically drooling at the mental image.
"Yeah," Amy replied, a pretty grin blossoming her face, "and I can hardly wait..."
The tall blond man grinned hugely.
'Neither can I,' Adam thought, visions of the two of them wrestling
around nude on a bed dancing through his head. 'Neither can I...'