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{Despair, regret and tenderness
Are what I feel for you
I loved you from the very start
What else could I do...?}
Amy Dumas bit her lip as she eyed the tiny clock beside the nightstand. Its bright red numerals read a quarter to one in the morning.
She was supposed to meet him out in the stairwell in fifteen minutes... They had to meet to talk. She needed to discuss things with hi, and it was urgent. She couldn't put it off any longer...
The redhead turned her head to gaze down at her sleeping boyfriend, who lay at her right side. He appeared peaceful, and as he often was, clueless.
She couldn't help but feel guilty. He was so guileless, so unassuming... And he was a genuine, one-hundred percent bonafied sweetheart. They'd started out as friends - even becoming best friends - before their friendship had evolved into romance. Yet, at the same time, despite her feelings of guilt, she wasn't sorry...
Finally, she rose from the bed. There was no more stalling. He was waiting for her...
Amy slipped her feet into the cozy pair of shearling slippers she'd kept at her bedside, then chanced a glance back at the sleeping young man. All appeared to be clear...
She made her way stealthily to the door, then, without another look back, she quickly unlocked and opened it.
When she was out in the hall, she became aware of the fact that she'd been holding her breath. Now, she let it out in an audible gush.
For some reason, she hadn't bothered with a robe. She had on a pair of pajamas which consisted of a light pink baby tee and pink bottoms that reached just above her ankles, like capris.
As she walked to the stairwell, she found herself regretting not wearing her robe. It was a bit chilly and she shivered a little.
The redhead wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself to conserve her body heat as she approached the stairwell.
Then, as she opened the door leading out there, she saw him...
Adam Copeland was standing with his back against the wall, just before the stairs, his arms crossed - as though he too were feeling chilly. His long blond hair was slightly mussed, the curls unruly, and Amy knew he must have been in bed for a long time - as she had - waiting for this meeting.
He looked up as he sensed her there, and his entire handsome face seemed to light up.
"You came..." he said softly, reaching out to her with both hands.
"Yes...of course..." she replied, her own voice equally soft. Her hazel eyes grew sad. "But I...I don't know if I can continue with this...I can't hurt Jeff that way..."
Adam cocked his head to one side as he gazed into her crestfallen face.
"I know...Stacy doesn't deserve to be hurt like that, either...But..." The tall blond Canadian hesitated, wondering exactly how to say what was on his mind. He decided that just saying it was the way. "...damn it, I love you..."
Amy's lips parted in surprise, her eyes widening somewhat. He'd never said those three little words to her before, and she was in complete and utter shock.
"I...feel the same exact way...I love you, to..."
Their kiss was long and drawn, but rushed because of where they stood - out in basically a public area - yet, at the same time, tender and sweet.
To Amy, it felt as though time were standing still - as it always did when they were together...