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Adam awoke the next morning slowly, though he didn't want to get up or even move. He stretched out a little on the hotel bed, reaching an arm out for her, wanting to envelop her much smaller, feminine body against him - but then he realized she wasn't there.
Reluctantly, the blond man opened his eyes and squinted as he looked to the side of the bed opposite him. Sure enough, she wasn't there.
He turned over, onto his right side and sat up, the blanket slipping down to his waist. And that was when he saw her. She was standing by the window, her back to him as she stared out the window. Judging by the slight slump of her slender shoulders, Adam could see she was upset.
"Amy?"
The redhead stirred for a beat, barely turning to look at him from over her right, tattooed shoulder. He could see just the faintest bit of her lovely profile though her long red hair seemed to curtain it from his view.
The blond man rose from the bed and made his way to her. Slowly, he stepped up behind her, his arms encircling her waist as he lowered his head to hers, breathing deeply of the fragrance of her rich auburn hair. She smelled so very good - just the same as she tasted... The same as she *was*.
He felt her shudder just a bit beneath his touch. Concerned and curious, he moved his face to her right ear and spoke softly, soothingly.
"What is it, baby? Why do you look so sad?"
Amy shivered. The sound of his voice as he whispered in her ear, the feel of his hot breath therein, made her feel weak. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head.
"Today is... God, what am I going to do when he finds out? What if we can't be together?" She choked out a sob, the tears finally breaking free.
Releasing his grip on her waist, Adam gently turned her around to face him. Her teary gaze was at his bare, chisled chest for a beat before she raised it to meet his green eyes.
"No matter what his reaction - no matter what he says or does, we're going to be together," the tall blond man assured her. His tone was soft but firm, and he forced her to hold their eye contact by cupping her face in his large, warm hands. "Damn it, Ames - we're *meant* to be together... And even though a small part of me is sorry because Matt Hardy *is* my friend..." He shook his head, his handsome face full of determination. "... Well, he's just going to have to accept it. 'Cause you and me? We're real and true and forever."
Hot, scalding tears slid down the redhead's cheeks as she absorbed his strongly spoken words. Despite his sweet words, which touched her more deeply than anything she could ever imagine, soft sobs shook her body. It hurt so terribly thinking that she could possibly lose him.
"I-I... I don't want to lose you," she managed.
"You won't," he stated firmly, his hands gripping her shoulders. He pulled her gently to him, sweeping her into his embrace and dipping his head to kiss her. He felt her shiver as he went for her lips, and she kissed him back with equal fervor. Next, Adam placed his lips on her cheeks, her eyes - and kissed away all her tears. He pulled back for a beat to gaze down into her now bloodshot hazel orbs, his thumbs brushing away still more tears as he cradled her head in his strong but gentle hands.
"Shh..." he soothed, then hushed her with a kiss so intensely passionate, it left her breathless.
Very soon after, she all but forgot about her fears, and her soft sobs subsided as she gave herself in to the emotion, the passion between them. And God, she never wanted these moments to end.
The blond man let out a soft groan of pleasure as he pressed his body more tautly against her. He was already rock-hard. And he would make love to her until he had no more energy to expend, make her forget all about her irrational fears of them being torn apart.
"God, I love you..." His voice was soft and husky as he spoke, his hands still cupping her face, his own face hovering mere centimeters from hers. Slowly, he removed the nightgown she'd worn to bed, his boxers soon following. They continued kissing as they wended their way back to the bed, and he hovered just over her as she laid back and reached up for him.
In seconds, he filled her completely, his breath held as he allowed her a moment to adjust to him. Then, their lips meeting again, Amy clasped her legs tightly around his waist, urging him. He started their lovemaking with slow, easy thrusts, not wanting to hurt her, but she let out a moan and reached back, grabbing his ass with both hands as she prompted him to move faster.
It went on and on, and in no time, she was crying out his name, her head flipping back in ecstasy. He soon followed, a growl escaping him as he emptied into her.
Afterward, they lay sweaty in one another's arms, the redhead resting against the blond man. Adam pressed a kiss to her forehead, contentment and satisfaction the likes of which he couldn't imagine overtaking him.
Then, suddenly, Amy's cell phone, on the nearby nightstand, began ringing.
At first, she was going to ignore it - but what if there was an emergency with Mandy? She gently unentangled herself from the circle of the Canadian's arms to reach for her phone. A quick glance at the caller I.D. had her blanching pale whitish-gray. She shifted her fearful hazel eyes toward Adam.
"It's Matt..."