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Lita gazed plaintively up at Edge, her hazel eyes sparkling. She was at that point where she just didn't want to be apart from him. She believed they called it 'the honeymoon phase.'
"So, you're not coming in for your usual for awhile?"
"Maybe later," the tall blond man said. He cocked his head, a tiny smile crossing his lips at the samll pout that was suddenly present on the redhead's lovely face. "Aww, you know how adorable you are?" he asked. "Do you know what that look does to a man?"
Lita burst out with soft, bubbly laughter, nearly jumping in her merriment. She couldn't believe how amazingly good she felt. It was such a wonderful feeling to have fallen in love with this handsome, mysterious man - but then, he was no longer a mystery to her. And while a part of her initial attraction toward him had been that shroud of mystery with which he'd cloaked himself, knowing him better was the icing on the cake.
"So, you're coming by to see me later?"
"Nothing could keep me away," he replied with a smile. He ducked his head to capture her willing lips, kissing her tenderly, yet passionately at the same time.
Lita raised her hands to his head, entangling her fingers into his soft, long golden curls. She loved his kisses, love the feeling of his strong arms around her... Loved *him*.
Finally, he broke the kiss, his green eyes still closed as he raised his head. Slowly, they opened again, and he spoke.
"Be good," he told her, offering her a wink.
She chuckled again, smiling up at him. It seemed as though she couldn't *not* smile. He seemed to bring out the best in her - in a lot more ways than just one.
"I will."
Edge grabbed hold of one of her hands, raising it to his lips. As he placed a kiss to the back of it, the redhead felt shivers running up her spine.
"Until later..." he released her hand and started to back away.
She watched him with a smile that reached all the way up to her eyes. Then, she waved with the same hand he'd kissed and turned to enter the diner.
Trish Stratus smiled as she stepped inside, plates in the little blonde's hands. She mouthed a quick hello to her friend and crossed over to the kitchen. What an unbelievably good mood she was in... She felt absolutely on top of the world, as though nothing could drag her down.
"Hi, Chris," she sang as she saw Jericho over by the stove. He was busy frying up some burgers.
"Why, hello, Miss Lita."
The doors swung open, and Trish entered the room.
"You sly little devil," she crowed as she grinned at the other waitress. "No wonder you're so happy."
Chris smiled as he turned to eye the blonde. It was nice to see her in a good mood again, even if he hadn't been the one to get her there.
Lita feigned innocence.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on," Trish quipped. She dropped the dishes gingerly into the sudsy sink, then turned back to her friend, her hands on her hips. "Don't you play coy with me, Red - I saw you just how with that Edge guy. You two were really sucking face there!"
The taller woman blushed despite herself.
"Okay - you got me," she admitted. "He's *incredible*! I'm crazy about him!"
"That's great!" Trish exclaimed. She was so caught up in their girltalk that she seemingly nearly forgot Jericho was there. "Isn't this the guy you were fighting with Dawn about?"
The redhead stiffened, and both women looked up at him, the blonde in shock.
"What?" She frowned. "Lita, what is he talking about? What happened?"
"Apparently, something went down between this guy and Dawn Marie," Chris answered for her. Lita gave him a murderous look. Sometimes, that man had *the* biggest mouth. "Oh, your fight with Torrie wasn't the only catfight I got to enjoy last week," he said, directing his words and blue gaze at Trish.
The little blonde appeared shocked.
"What happened between you guys?" she asked.
Just at that moment, the double doors swung open, and Dawn Marie sauntered in. Lita clamped her mouth shut and gave Jericho a warning look. There was no way she was telling Trish anything now.
"Later, Trish... Later," she whispered.