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Edge smiled in amusement at Lita as they talked while sitting on his couch. It was surprisingly easy in spite of all the awkwardness of the previous night. Adam found himself wondering how he'd ever disliked this woman. She was... intoxicating.
He'd sat with her for awhile after she'd admitted her feelings for him. He'd been so surprised, he'd all but forgotten that he hadn't even showered or shaved yet. So, after awhile, he'd excused himself and did that. The last thing he wanted was to not be presentable to the redhead - especially after her shocking admission.
"I have to be honest with you," the blond man began.
Amy leaned forward, her cheek resting against her hand, elbow propped up on one of the back cushions of the couch. She was seated most comfortably as she leaned in to listen.
"Seeing you with that O'Haire... I... It drove me nuts," Adam admitted. He looked almost embarrassed as he spoke, and shifted his green eyes down - so he missed the nerves in the redhead's expression. "I know I had no right to feel that way, but... well, in a nutshell... I was jealous as hell."
Lita bit her lip and swallowed hard. Damn it, she was feeling so horribly guilty. She hoped she wasn't as transparent as she thought she must look. She'd never exactly been one who'd been good at concealing her true emotions. Nervously, she forced a smile.
"It's okay," she insisted. "I understand, Adam."
"You do?" the tall blond man asked. "Thank God!"
Despite her unease and feelings of guilt, Amy laughed softly. It was funny how he'd felt the same thing for her that she had for him - and all this time. But if only he hadn't done what he'd done with Torrie... If that hadn't happened - or if she hadn't walked in on it, at least - she never would have been with O'Haire in that way last night. Shit...
But that was somewhat unfair thinking. It had been her own decision to sleep with Sean. No one had held a gun up to her head and forced her to have sex with the man - *she* had made that choice. She sighed, sad, as she reminded herself of that.
"Can I ask you a question?" Edge suddenly asked, his facial expression and tone both tentative.
The redhead's heart pounded hard and fast as she wondered what he wanted to know.
"Um... sure."
"Well, this..." He searched his memory for a beat. "... Batista guy - when you two were together, did he..." Adam raked a hand through his long blond hair nervously. "... Well, was he the jealous type?"
Lita arched an eyebrow.
"A little," she replied. "Sometimes."
"Did he ever... I mean..." The tall blond guitarist lowered his gaze and shook his head, running a hand over his face. Damn it, he was actually worried about that burly, tattooed man finding out - and doing something about it. Edge was by no means a small guy, but hell - he was puny in comparison to Batista! From the looks of him, even that guy's *earlobes* had muscles!
"Did he ever try to beat up a guy for trying something with you?"
The redhead blinked sadly.
"No. But I never let any other guy even get close enough to try something when I was with Dave."
Edge held his breath, then, the anxiety overtaking him, exhaled it. This was definitely not sounding to be in his favor. Lita may have never allowed anyone else to try something with her, but that Torrie chick was a completely different story - one who was about one-hundred and eighty degrees removed from the redhead. Why was he suddenly dreading being at In The Raw that night?
Lita swallowed hard. She knew exactly what was going through his mind - and frankly, she couldn't blame him. Dave was damn intimidating. However, she sensed the only way that the man would find out about what his girlfriend had done with Edge the previous night was if Torrie came out and *told* him. And she felt fairly confident that *that* wouldn't happen. The platinum blonde might have been a total slut and very hateful, but Amy doubted she was *that* stupid.
"You're really worried he's going to find out, aren't you?" she asked. She cocked her head somewhat to meet his emerald orbs, and he raised his head. She nearly winced at the anxiety she detected within.
"What gives you that idea?" the blond man asked, his facial expression transforming.
Her heartstrings tugged at the sudden toughness in his face and tone, although she knew it was a facade. Hell, he was nothing more than a typical guy... She smiled and reached a hand out to cup his cheek.
Adam's eyes seemed to widen for a beat, his gaze fixed intensely on hers. God, she was so beautiful. He counted his lucky stars that he hadn't fucked up so big that she wanted nothing to do with him. On the contrary, there seemed to be desire in her hazel eyes, and it was all directed at *him*.
"Don't think about them right now," Lita said softly, her face suddenly much closer to his.
Edge cocked his head slightly as he met her halfway, his breath catching in his throat as her soft lips were suddenly on his...