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Amy slowly emerged from the hotel bathroom, a terry cloth bathrobe wrapped around her body, a towel around her damp red hair. She'd done just what she'd told Adam she was in the mood to do, that being soak in a nice, hot tub. She felt somewhat better now, as though all the filth and grime from earlier in the night had been scrubbed clean from her mind as well as her body.
She allowed her gaze to instantly traveling over to the tall blond man, who was lying in wait for her on the bed. He had the TV on, the remote control in his right hand. He looked so very peaceful that she smiled, but as she neared him more, she realized he had fallen asleep.
As she continued watching him, the horrible memories from earlier that night came rushing back to her. Her smile slowly faded, and she felt rotten all over again. She couldn't understand it. Why would Trish and Lilian tell her such terrible things? Trish was a close friend of hers, so why would the little blonde even think of telling her something so bad, something that would obviously have her upset? Why would she go and say those things? And Lilian Garcia... Well, the ring announcer wasn't really that close a friend to her, but Amy thought of her highly and the two of them definitely got along well... Why would Lilian go and tell her such things? And the diva's boyfriend, John Cena, had been right there as well, witnessing and overhearing every word. Why would he allow the blonde woman to tell her such horrible, hurtful lies?
The redhead stood there in her tracks, thoughtful for a few minutes. Her gaze focused on an uncertain spot on the floor, studying the carpet, and she soon came back to her senses. She wanted to go out for a little while, get some air. And she couldn't do that if she stayed here in her bathrobe.
Stealthily, the diva turned to her bag, which was on the side on a small shelf across from the bed. She rummaged within for a fresh change of clothing, grabbing a pair of panties, bra, comfy T-shirt and a worn pair of jeans. She tossed the towel in her hair aside, shaking out her damp hair before she hurriedly got dressed. Once fully clothed, she turned and went back to the bathroom for her hairbrush. Pulling it through her hair, she held her breath, hoping Adam wouldn't suddenly awaken and see her about to head out. Knowing him, he would either want her to stay put so they could have some fun indoors or go with her, and at the moment, she just wanted to be alone.
After several minutes, she stepped out of the bathroom, retrieving her shoes that were near the bed. She gazed back over at Adam, the blond man appearing sound asleep and incredibly peaceful. He looked even angelic in his sleep as he held the remote loosely in his grip, his long legs sprawled out before him on the mattress. His long blond hair was fanned out on the pillow, his breathing deep and regular. And as Amy continued to look down upon him, she realized that his eyelids were fluttering. He was dreaming. She couldn't help but wonder if he was dreaming about *her*.
Straightening up after she had her shoes on, the redhead turned and headed for the door. If she stayed here any longer, especially as she watched Adam sleep, she would never leave. She squared her shoulders, turning back for a quick beat to eye her new boyfriend one more time before slipping out of the hotel room.
The slight breeze lifted her long, still damp red hair as she walked outside. She crossed her arms as she made her way to the bench around back. There were a few other patrons currently present out here, enjoying the evening. Amy sat back and crossed her legs, getting comfortable. She was there for several minutes when a shadow suddenly fell over her.
"Hey," she said upon looking up. She managed a small smile and eyed the area directly beside her, as though inviting him to sit with her.
"Hi," Jay replied. He'd just decided to go out for some fresh air, and was surprised to see her here. He wondered where Adam was and how the tall blond man had actually allowed the redhead to slip out without him - or was he somewhere around, on his way back here to her?
"Sit with me, would you?" Amy asked. She felt a warmth within as he did so, although it seemed reluctant on his part.
"You out here alone?"
The redhead nodded.
"I just wanted to be alone for awhile with my thoughts."
"Oh..." Jay said. "... Sorry about that."
"No, it's okay," Amy said, sighing. "I'm actually glad you found me out here. The truth is, I need to talk to someone."
The short-haired blond man frowned for a beat, wondering what was up. She looked... sad. Somehow, he knew whatever had happened, it had everything to do with Adam.
Ever so reluctantly, the diva began to explain what had happened that night.