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{Maybe we were meant to be together
Even though we never met before
We got to move before the sun is rising
And you'll be walking slowly out the door...
...out the door...}

It all started out as friendship, which dated to very shortly after her WWE debut back in February of 2000 - just over three years earlier.  She'd felt an instant attraction toward him, and somehow, she'd known the feeling was mutual.  She could see it in the way he looked at her.

She sat up in the hotel room bed, the blanket clutched up against her nude body.  She gazed down at him lying asleep beside her, able to make out his beautiful face in the dim gray light filtering in through the window.  God, he looked like an angel... A tall, lanky, beautiful male angel with long blond hair that felt like silk and resembled spun gold.

She turned her head away reluctantly as she felt tears welling up in her sleepy eyes.  Oh, damn it... She'd promised herself she'd never cry over this... But she couldn't help it.  Considering the way she felt about this man and that they really didn't belong to one another, she was surprised she'd never shed any tears over him before.

The young woman lay back down, turning over onto her left side and facing away from him.  She raised both hands to her face, rapidly wiping away the tears.  It cut her to the bone to realize he was obviously not troubled over the situation as she was.  Obviously, since he was sleeping so soundly and peacefully, that had to be the case.  Couldn't he at least toss and turn a little?

She bit her lip a little harder than she had before, praying she wouldn't break down and start bawling the way she wanted to.  Damn it... It was so much easier for men, wasn't it?  Sometimes, she thought they were nothing but emotionless automatons - but she knew that wasn't the case.  The man lying beside her had proven on plenty of occasions that he was a feeling, emotional being.

And oh, no... She was actually thinking of him as not being a person, what with her 'being' thoughts.  What the hell was wrong with her?

Even as she asked herself the question in her mind, she knew.  Oh, God, did she know.  She was, without a doubt, one-hundred percent, head-over-heels, madly, desperately in love with this man.  Come to think of it, she'd always been and had always known it.

{Physical attraction
It's a chemical reaction
Physical attraction
Chemical reaction...}

The woman closed her eyes as she recalled how they'd come upon each other the night before.

She'd been feeling lonely and kind of miserable, and she'd gone out for a walk by herself after the house show.  She'd needed some time to just think things over for awhile - to think about everythng - about what was going on between them, and yet, they were both already spoken for.

Never in her life had she imagined she'd be in this kind of predicament - but here she was.  She had a boyfriend, damn it - and the relationship was good.  She'd been with him for two years, so it had to be.

The man sleeping soundly beside her was in the same situation - he had a girlfriend, and he'd been with her a shorter period of time than she'd been in her relationship - though not by much.  And from what he told her and what she saw, it was good between them.  His girlfriend had even told her how good things were.

She shuddered as she thought about the previous night.  She'd been walking alone, and it was well after dark.  Then, suddenly, she'd had the strangest sensation that someone was following her.  And sure enough, when she'd turned around to glance over her shoulder...

She'd nearly screamed as he'd caught up to her, but then he'd spoken, and she realized it was him and not some stranger out to rape or murder her.  She'd calmed down immeasurably, but perhaps she shouldn't have.  After all, they couldn't be together, no matter how much they both wanted that.

The young woman had insisted he leave her, as she'd needed time alone to think.

"You can't wander around out here by yourself at this time of night...not in this town..." he'd insisted, and he'd taken hold of her arm as though intending to link it with his.

"Leave me alone, all right?" she'd asked, though crestfallen.  "Just...please...leave me alone."

"No...I can't do that, and I think you know why..."

She'd yanked her arm out of his grip, but while she did so, the emotion swirling through her and between them was so palpable.  In fact, it had been downright electric.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone out here.  Now cut the tough girl act!"

"You are out of line!" she'd shouted, her eyes flashing at him in anger.  It was a rare thing for either of them to be angry with the other - that was how compatible they truly were.

"Damn it..." he spat between gritted teeth.  And that was when he'd grabbed her - and kissed her.

She'd been shocked at first, and her initial instinct had been to shove him the hell off of her, but she wasn't strong enough for that.  Oh, God... She was never strong enough to resist this man.

As he'd continued kissing her, one hand against the back of her head as he held her firmly in place - as though he were afraid she would pull away - she kissed him back with equal fervor.

The next thing she knew, they were back in the hotel, in her room...

Amy Dumas turned over onto her right side and faced the man, her heart swelling as she gazed at him.

"Oh, Adam..." she whispered.  "What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?"

Her voice was soft enough that it didn't awaken the sleeping Adam Copeland.