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Torrie was still feeling flustered as she made her brisk way back to her hotel room. She raced down the hallway, nearly shaking as she recalled what had just happened.
Matt had gotten pretty drunk. She'd felt badly and helped him up to his room. She hadn't felt she could just leave him the way he was to go back there alone.
Once in the dark-haired man's room, things had really gotten out of control. He'd had to lean on her to walk up there, and Torrie had led him to the bed and tried to set him atop it, but the Hardy had had other ideas. The moment he'd plopped down on the mattress, he'd held onto her and pulled her on top of him.
The blonde had resisted initially, but then she'd actually started to respond and kissed him back. Matt's lips had been demanding, claiming her mouth and tongue, and all the while, his hands roamed over her body.
She reached her hotel room and quickly swiped her keycard through the door. The second it opened, Torrie rushed inside and closed it behind her.
She stood there with her back facing the door, still for a good moment or more as the recent memory still held her in its grip. She closed her eyes as she recalled how she'd felt... She'd actually been enjoying it and gotten swept up in the moment, even when Hardy had slid one hand down to her buttocks, fondling her.
But she'd quickly snapped back to reality and broke free of him. She didn't want it to happen again, at least not in that way. Torrie refused to allow herself to be a notch on anyone's bed post. Unfortunately, since she'd already slept with Matt, that was precisely what she was. But she'd be damned if she allowed it to happen again. She wasn't going to be anyone's fuck buddy!
It hurt. It really hurt to acknowledge that he didn't care about her the way she needed him to. The tall blonde finally moved from her spot to come to sit just on the very edge of the bed. It was late, and she was exhausted. So, why was she sitting here instead of getting ready for bed?
Torrie raised both hands up to her face, only then aware of the tears. She was crying, and somehow, she hadn't even realized it.
She meandered into the bathroom, flipping on the light to wash up for bed. Her reflection showed a distraught woman with tears on her face, her mascara running and pooling on her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot and would no doubt become swollen later. In a nutshell, she was a mess.
Torrie herself didn't even understand it. After their one night together, she had tried distancing herself both physically and emotionally. She crept to the bed and realized she probably deserved this for still having gone along with Matt's creepy little plan after everything. What was wrong with her?
As she curled up in a tight fetal position under the blanket, she knew. It was because she'd grown even more fond of Matt Hardy after she'd slept with him. It was stupid and foolish because he'd basically treated her like crap, yet her feelings for him had indeed increased. Again, she wondered what in hell was wrong with her.
Torrie's thoughts suddenly shifted to Jeff Hardy. Matt's younger brother had been so very kind toward her the other day. She knew he was very different from his sibling. He'd seemed so concerned and caring when he'd come over to her table to talk. He'd told her that if she ever needed someone to talk to, he was there. She wondered about that. Maybe she should look for him when daylight came and talk to him. Her state of mind concerned his brother, after all... And who else but Jeff would know Matt better? Maybe the colorful-haired man would even offer her some words of advice as to how to talk with him. Or maybe he could act as a third-party for her and talk to him himself. Or was she just being ridiculous in even considering talking with Matt Hardy? When she really thought about it, she knew getting into a relationship with him would be a mistake. He was already mistreating her and taking her for granted. Why couldn't he be more like she knew his brother to be? Why did life have to be so complicated?
The blonde fell asleep with the situation on her mind. The last image she saw in her head was Jeff Hardy's kind,
handsome face and warm green eyes.