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Amy surveyed the hallway, peering out as she poked her head from out the doorway of her hotel room. It was late, and she didn't see a soul around. Apparently, the coast was clear.
Tiptoeing all the way, the redhead stealthily made it to her boyfriend's room. She had a spare keycard he had given her, and she swiped it through the door. She kept her gaze sharp, ensuring there was no one around who might be spying on her.
Much to her dismay, Adam was asleep. He was laying on his stomach in the middle of the hotel bed, looking quite comfortable. It didn't matter that the TV was on, the volume turned way low. She knew he had to obviously be exhausted to appear so deeply in slumber.
Kicking off her slippers, the diva removed her robe and reached for the television remote, turning the set off. Then, as carefully as she could manage, she got into the bed next to him. Setting the remote control aside on the nearby nightstand, she tried her best not to disturb the sleeping man.
However, her efforts weren't careful enough, as Adam suddenly stirred. She heard a soft groan escape him, and he turned over.
"Oh, hey," he murmured, sleepiness clearly in his voice. He wrapped an arm around his girlfriend and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "When did you get here?"
"Just now," she softly replied. "I'm so sorry I woke you."
"Nah, it's okay. I wasn't that asleep, anyway... You know me, Ames - I can never really sleep without you laying by my side."
The redhead felt a smile tugging at her lips. She'd never heard something more sweet than what he'd just admitted.
"Really?"
He chuckled.
"I'm afraid so, baby."
She snuggled against him and sought his warm, soft lips. They shared a tender kiss for a moment until she pulled away to gaze into his sleepy green eyes. His long blond hair was all mussed, and she raised a hand to tousle it out of his face.
"Adam, there's something I need to tell you." She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't be too upset by the news she had.
"Uh oh." He could plainly tell from both her voice and the expression on her face that whatever she was about to spill wasn't going to be anything he would like.
"Don't worry," Amy whispered. "It's nothing horrible... But I thought you should know that I... I told Torrie the truth about us."
Suddenly the blond man was wide awake as he bolted up into a sitting position.
"You what?"
Sheepishly, she repeated herself.
"I told Torrie."
"But why, Ames? Why?" he asked, confusion and alarm both present on his handsome face. "So she can just run straight to Matt and tell him we've been faking a breakup to fool him?"
"No, of course not," Amy said, shaking her head. "Adam, she's not going to say anything to him. I think he's been using her all this time. She's so sad lately, and I felt bad for her."
"What do you mean? And why on earth would you feel bad for her?"
"Because," the redhead began, "I feel a sort of kinship with her. She's been sleeping with Matt, or at least was... and all the time, he's just been using her. I think she's in love with him, Adam... but he just uses her." She gazed directly into his eyes, a deep and profound meaning there that he instantly caught.
"Oh," came the Canadian's reply. He knew what his girlfriend meant. She saw definite similarities between Torrie and herself due to the blonde's situation. But it wasn't the same... After all, he had never used Amy, and he'd always had feelings for her. But Matt Hardy? If he was sleeping with Torrie and merely using her for sex as well as to try to break them up, then he was nothing but scum.
"Are you sure she won't say anything?" he questioned.
The redhead nodded.
"I am. I'm actually hoping she gets together with Jeff. They've been getting friendlier lately, and I know he really likes her."
"Yeah, he would be really good for her, I think," he agreed. "But back to us... About the real reason you stopped by."
Amy suddenly found herself grinning. She gaze up at him as he lowered himself to her, her arms winding
around his neck as his lips met hers.