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Adam's mind was still vaguely on the earlier incident with Torrie Wilson as he made his way back to the locker room.
The platinum blonde diva seemed nice enough, but he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she'd been *too* nice, as though trying something with him. And of course, she knew he was with Amy. What was her agenda?
He shrugged to himself as he reached his locker room. Maybe he was just blowing things out of proportion. Lord knew, he'd been a bit on edge since the last three weeks, while things had been a mess between Amy and himself.
Speaking of Amy... The tall blond man ducked into the locker room, his face brightening as he caught sight of her. The redhead was on the couch, her form partly curled up as she lay there, her head turned in the direction of the television monitor. She looked so angelic, it nearly hurt his heart. The only thing that marred the picture were the bandages on her hands.
He eyed her silently for another moment from the doorway, noting she didn't even realize he'd entered the room. His heart swelled with love as he watched her. Then, he cleared his throat as he came forward.
"Hey..."
Amy looked up at the sound of his beloved voice, a soft smile coming to her lips.
"Hi," she said sleepily. "I just saw your match."
Adam made his way to the couch, the diva shifting over just enough so that he could sit on the edge of it. The tall blond man raised one hand to her face as he gazed tenderly into her lovely face. Their eyes locked and held as he caressed the soft, silken skin of her cheek, and then his fingers traveled to her chin. He tipped her head up just enough, a tiny smile gracing his lips. Then, slowly, he lowered his mouth on hers, enveloping her in a kiss so tender yet passionate, it took her breath away and nearly brought her to tears.
The soft smile was again on the blond man's handsome face as he raised his head from hers.
"I love you, Ames." Adam moved his face close to hers again, nuzzling her tenderly. Her warm breath was against his cheek, and he heard her sweet voice issuing her heartfelt response.
"I love you, too, Adam..."
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"So, don't keep me in suspense anymore," Matt said as he turned to face Torrie. "How'd it go?"
The blonde woman tilted her head to the side, making a face of slight uncertainty. She still didn't feel right about this, but she'd given her word.
"It... went," she answered, giving a slight shrug. "I did exactly as you asked."
"And?" Matt demanded, his hands out in an impatient gesture. "What does *that* mean, 'it went?!'"
"Just that I went up to him and talked to him, and-"
"And *flirted* with him?"
"Yes," Torrie replied on a sigh. "I flirted with him."
"Can you be more specific?" the dark-haired man demanded.
The tall blonde flinched, but it was so fast she doubted Matt even noticed.
"I was super sweet, and I acted all interested and stuff," she elaborated. "He didn't seem to care."
"What?"
The blonde woman sighed again.
"Matt, it's so obvious he's in love with Amy," she said, giving a little shrug. "I..." She bit her lip, her blue eyes downcast for a beat. Why was she feeling so nervous to go on? Then, steeling herself, "I think we should just forget the whole thing."
"What? No!" the dark-haired man cried. "I *know* I'm right, that he's only using her!" When the diva didn't relent and immediately agree, he grew quieter and tried a new tactic. Calmly, reaching out to grasp her hand gently, he went on. "*Please*, Torrie... *please*, I can't do this without you..."
Torrie's gaze traveled to their hands, his completely covering her smaller one, then back up to his dark eyes. Damn it, she just couldn't say no to him.
"Okay..." she said softly, nodding, and a slew of butterflies fluttered in her stomach as
their eyes locked. "Okay, I'll continue this with you."