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Stacy Keibler opened her eyes slowly, and as she roused, it all came rushing back to her...
She was in a hotel room that was not her own. After everything that had happened the previous night, what with discovering that Test was a two-timing jerk - and, that he also possessed a volatile temper enough to put his hands on her - Christian had invited her to stay in his room. However, although there were two beds, Stacy had felt a bit odd and uncomfortable about that. Then, before it could get too awkward, Lita had stepped in and offered for her to sleep on the spare bed in her and Edge's room.
The leggy blonde had been initially even more reluctant to take up her redheaded friend's offer, as she didn't want to intrude on the couple's privacy. And Edge had gotten a look on his face that said he pretty much felt the same way - but a moment later, the tall Canadian had a change of heart.
Stacy glanced around the room a little as she thought about everything. It made her want to cry when she thought about Test - and whoever that floozy was who'd been with him during the Girls Gone Wild pay-per-view - but she refused to give in to anymore tears. What was done was done, as far as she was concerned.
And then, her thoughts shifted to Christian. The handsome blond man had been so sweet toward her, and so gallant in rescuing her from Test when the big man had grabbed her. And the way he'd gazed into her face so tenderly, with those beautiful cornflower-blue eyes of his... Stacy had literally felt shivers chasing their way up her spine. She couldn't help but wonder how it would have been, what would've happened had she taken him up on his offer to stay in his room last night...
The truth was, she did still feel a little bad about having invaded Edge and Lita's privacy - and no matter what they said about it, she knew that's what she was doing, even though Lita had invited her. They weren't free to do things naturally, or to do things at all, for that matter. If they'd wanted to have sex, they would have had to use the bathroom - and she felt badly about that.
Stacy glanced over at the other bed, noting how still the two forms in it were. The only movement she could detect was breathing. Her two friends were apparently sound asleep.
She bit her lip as she decided she was going to get up and leave them. Judging by her watch, which she retrieved from the nightstand, it was almost eight-thirty - a little earlier than she would normally wake up, but that was okay. The tall blonde was a morning person, anyway, so the early time didn't bother her. She'd gotten a decent sleep the previous night, and enough hours.
Stacy grabbed her bag and tiptoed to the door, where she slipped her feet into her shoes. She glanced over her shoulder once to ensure she hadn't disturbed her friends, then, when she saw that she hadn't, she turned the lock and knob and slipped out the door.
She became acutely aware of the fact that she was still wearing the same clothes she'd had on last night, as she'd been too upset and too tired to change. She would have to get herself to her own room and shower and change clothes later.
Stacy trekked down the stairs to the first floor, her bag over one shoulder and clutched in her hand. Her eyes felt all gritty and grainy as she spotted the small hotel cafe, and with a sense of relief, she saw that it was open.
She entered the small establishment, offering a weak smile to the hostess at the very front. Because the place was, surprisingly, empty of diners, she seated herself at any old table. The hostess handed her a menu, and she thanked the woman.
After awhile, the leggy blonde knew what she wanted, and a waitress came over immediately to take her order. Moments later, a cup of coffee and a western omelette was placed in front of her.
Now that she had food before her, Stacy was feeling famished. However, despite her appetite and subsequent hunger pains, she found it difficult to eat. She was having a lot of trouble keeping her tears back, and the next thing she knew, a single one splashed onto the table top.
Bowing her head so that her long blonde hair formed a curtain around her face, she wept silently. She supposed she was doing a good job of being discreet about it, as the hostess nor the waitress came over to question her.
A moment later, she felt a hand on her left shoulder. Looked like she was wrong after all...
Stacy raised her head reluctantly, but her breath caught in her throat when she saw who it was who was standing there, a look of tender concern on his face...
Christian...