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Lita felt absolutely awful as she lay in the bed, her head pounding horribly. She clutched the blankets against her nude body, her eyes squinted to mere slits as she caught sight of the man in the bed beside her. Horrified, she scooted away from him, putting herself on the very edge of the bed and ensuring her body was not touching his.
'Oh, God...' she thought. She remembered everything and felt like shit. Actually, she felt even worse than *that*. She felt low, lower than dirt. She'd been upset and vulnerable, and... and she'd drank quite a bit as well and had opened herself up to whatever might happen. Damn it... She'd slept with Sean.
The redhead raised a hand to press it against her throbbing forehead. She couldn't deal with this, but she knew she had no choice. Oh, God... She'd had sex with Sean, who was only her friend. She had no feelings beyond friendship toward him. She'd been upset and horrified beyond belief when she'd walked into the back room at In The Raw and caught Edge getting that blowjob from Torrie Wilson. The scene had been horrible enough for her, but Torrie... Shit, she hated that slut more than she could ever recall hating another soul in her entire life...
... And now, because of her reaction to witnessing that, she'd gone and made what had to be the biggest mistake of her life.
How was she going to face O'Haire now? Somehow, in spite of playing ignorant all these months, she knew he held some feelings for her. She'd tried to ignore them, as she'd been dating Dave for the last couple of years, and then afterward, she'd met Adam, and... Well, she couldn't deny it any longer - not to herself, and she probably shouldn't deny it from *him*, either - she knew she had definitely feelings for the tall blond man. Not only had it hurt her deeply in the last few days when he'd given her the cold shoulder, it had cut her down to the bone that he'd done anything sexual with another girl.
Amy sighed, running her hand over her face. She was so screwed. She knew what she had to do in the next few minutes, or hour, or whatever the case might be - she had to have a serious talk with the man laying asleep on the other side of her bed. And she only hoped he would be okay with everything. As far as everything else went, she felt her heart sinking at the uncertainty of it all. She recalled how Adam had called after her the previous night at the club when she'd been running out, but how was she going to face *him* after all of this? If there was even the least possible chance of a relationship blooming between them at all, how would that happen after these events?
The redheaded guitarist felt an uncomfortable tightening in her throat as tears threatened to fall. She didn't want to cry. She *couldn't* cry right now, lest she waken O'Haire. But then, soon, she discovered that it didn't matter one way or another, as the burly man began to stir at her side.
"Hey."
Lita turned around hesitantly, wanting nothing more than to hide in the mass of red strands that were again falling across her face. She hated the way she was feeling right now, both physically *and* emotionally. She hoped she had the strength to be able to do what she knew she had to.
"H-hi." She shook her head resignedly, finding it difficult to look him in the eye. He didn't respond, and she guessed that was probably due to the fact that it was pretty damn obvious she was feeling all awkward. So, she decided to take the plunge. "Sean... I... We need to talk."
"Hmm... Well, I have to admit, I sort of expected that."
"What?"
O'Haire gave her a small, slightly sad smile as he sat up a bit to face her.
"I had a feeling last night was because of whatever had you so upset at the club," he admitted. He raked a hand through his shaggy dark locks and met her eyes in the meager light. "I knew it was a bad idea to go along with you when you wanted to come back here - but... well, I'm just a man." He shrugged. "Not that I'm saying I *used* you, Amy."
Somehow, the redhead managed a tiny smile for her friend. She relaxed a bit more as she pulled the blanket more securely around her body.
"I didn't think you did, Sean."
"Although," he went on, a glint of merriment shining in his blue eyes, "I think it's safe to say that the reverse can be said to be true."
Amy's jaw dropped open, though she felt her cheeks burning bright red.
"What do you mean?"
Sean reached out and tweaked her nose before he answered.
"I mean," he said, "don't you remember calling me by another guy's name?"
"I... I did *that*?" she asked incredulously, her heart thundering in her chest. She honestly couldn't remember such a thing.
"Oh, that you did, lady... And I don't think 'Adam' is a name one can easily confuse with 'Sean.'"
The redhead sucked in a deep breath. She'd called out Adam's name during sex with O'Haire... She honestly couldn't recall doing such a thing, but she didn't doubt her friend for a second. Embarrassed, she raised her gaze to meet his blue eyes.
"I'm... oh, God, Sean. I'm really sorry."
"Hey, it's no problem, Ames," the buff man replied. Another smile touched his lips as he reached out to her with one hand, giving her an affectionate yet friendly nudge. "But let me just say, you really should *talk* to that Adam guy."
She nodded, at a loss for words at the very moment. He was right - so very, totally right. She had a lot of thinking to do, and planning as to how she would go about *doing* that.