As she sat at the small bedside desk in the room, eating a meager room service dinner, she recalled how she'd felt when they'd gazed into one other's eyes the previous night.

She'd noticed immediately how intently Adam had been looking at her, the fondness and intensity in his eyes.  She'd played oblivious for awhile as the guys engaged in conversation, but before long, she couldn't resist meeting those eyes.  And what incredible eyes they were - like a cat's.  Adam's eyes were an oddly beautiful shade Amy thought to be a combination of green, brown, blue and gray.  God, she could drown in their depths.

Amy had felt disappointed that afternoon when she saw that Matt and the others were at the arena.  She'd been looking forward to training with Adam alone.  When the others had finally left, she'd been secretly thrilled.

The sparks she'd felt after Adam had speared her and then just lingered over her were undeniable - powerful.  When he'd helped her to her feet, all of Amy's senses had been heightened as Adam held her hand.  Her heart had been pounding like a double bass drum, and not just because they'd been training.

The sensations that Adam Copeland awakened in Amy were dangerous.  She didn't want or need to fall in love again, but when she was around him, all of her defenses seemed to weaken.  He was intoxicating.

Amy methodically chewed a bite of roast chicken and sighed.  She knew she was in trouble.  She was falling under the spell of this beautiful man, even though he was completely unawares.

*

Adam sulked as he and Jay sat together in the dining room awaiting their dinner.

Jay frowned as he glanced at his best friend.  Adam was distracted and had hardly spoken two words to him since they'd met up about an hour earlier.  He'd asked him how that afternoon's training session with Amy had gone, but Adam had merely said, "I don't want to talk about it."

Adam sat with his hands in front of him on the table, long fingers templed, his head turned slightly away from Jay.  His eyes focused on nothing, and he seemed to be a million miles away.  Finally, Jay could stand no more.

"Okay," he said, his voice snapping Adam back to reality, "what exactly happened this afternoon?"

"Nothing, Jay...nothing," Adam replied, emphasizing the word bitterly.  "And I mean that in every sense of the word."

"Matt told me he got everyone to leave so you and Amy could be alone..."

"Yeah, he did that favor for me...not that it really mattered."

A waitress came by with their food and set the plates down in front of them.  When she left, Adam dug into his dinner and shook his head.  "I am such an idiot."

"What are you talking about?" Jay asked, glancing up from his steak.  He crammed a forkful of baked potato into his mouth.

"When we were training, I speared Amy spontaneously," Adam revealed, lifting his head and meeting his friend's eyes.  "I should have told her what I had in mind.  But no, I had to be a jackass," he spat.  "I probably hurt her.  She probably hates me after doing that."

Jay raised an inquisitive eyebrow as Adam continued.

"You want to know what kind of jerk I am, Jay?  I tried to kiss her after that!  Aren't I a piece of work?" he berated himself.

"And what about her?  I mean, what did she do or say?"

"Oh, man," Adam muttered, bowing his head slightly and placing his fist against his forehead.  "She looked so uncomfortable.  She pulled away from me and made up some excuse - that she had some things she had to do."

"Shit, that's brutal, Adam," Jay said.

"I feel like such an idiot - a loser," Adam said miserably.

"Hey, don't worry about it...if it's not meant to be, it's not meant to be...if it's meant to be, it'll happen..."

*

Amy tried relaxing in her hotel room for the night, but as time dragged on, she became increasingly anxious and restless.

She felt like an animal trapped in a cage and decided to go out to the same nearby club she and the guys had been to the previous night.  Maybe Adam wouldn't be there.  Whatever the case, she had to get out before she lost her mind.

At ten o'clock, she was dressed in a cute outfit - a tight pair of black hip-hugging pants and a silver, metallic tank top.  Her long auburn hair was loose and spilling over her shoulders.  Her makeup was subtle but noticeable.  She left her hotel room and headed out to the club two blocks away.

As she entered the club, she noted that very few of the wrestlers were there, which suited her just fine.  She would be perfectly fine if she were to remain alone.

Half an hour later, Amy was sipping a peach dacquiri and standing against the bar by herself when two familiar forms suddenly appeared.  Her breath caught as she spotted Adam and Jay by the door as they made their entrance into the club.  As they walked further, Amy was relieved that neither had noticed her, and she allowed her eyes to scan Adam from head-to-toe.  He looked breathtaking in his black leather pants and gray button-down shirt.

As she continued to study the man she secretly considered the most beautiful male specimen on earth, she suddenly realized that Jay was watching her.  Amy quickly turned around, though she knew it was too late.

*

Adam felt Jay nudge him in the ribs with his elbow.  "Amy's here," he said over all the noise, "and she's watching you."

"Where?"

"Right over there, by the bar."

Adam glanced in the direction of the bar.  He saw her, all right, but she was not watching him.  He didn't appreciate Jay's jokes while he was feeling so bad.

"Very funny, Jay...she's not watching me."

"Oh, but she was - trust me," Jay replied with a sly, confident smile.  "She looked away when she caught me watching her watching you."

"Cut the comedy routine," Adam said moodily.

"Dude, she wants you!  I'm not kidding - she was watching you, and I saw the way she was looking at you - like you look at her!  Tell you what...twenty bucks says I'm right."

Adam glared at his lifelong friend in annoyance.  Why was Jay taking so much pleasure in this?

"Alright," he finally said.  "But I'm only accepting your bet 'cause I know I'm going to win."

"Whatever, man," Jay said with a grin.

*

Amy tried her best to avoid any kind of eye contact with Adam.  For her sake, it was best she avoid him.  She didn't want to be hurt again.

She winced as these bitter thoughts plagued her.  She stepped away from the bar and walked over to a remote corner of the club to lean against the wall.

It hurt so much when she thought about her friendship with Adam, and about how much closer they'd grown lately.  She couldn't bear the thought of not having anything to do with him.  He was a lot more dear to her than she'd ever let on - but she was scared.

One of her favorite songs suddenly blasted throughout the small club - Madonna's "Crazy For You."  She thought it ironic that such a tune would come on at that moment.

Swaying room as the music starts
Strangers making the most of the dark
Two-by-two their bodies become one

I see you through the smoky air
Can't you feel the weight of my stare
You're so close but still a world away
What I'm dying to say is that I'm
Crazy for you
Touch me once and you'll know it's true
I never wanted anyone like this
It's all brand new
You'll feel it in my kiss...
...I'm crazy for you...
Crazy for you

Halfway through the opening verse, Amy looked up and saw Adam directly in her line of vision, across the club floor.  He was standing and gazing directly at her, his eyes intense and unwavering.  She bit her lip nervously and held her breath as she met his eyes and steadily held his gaze.

She nervously ran a hand through her red locks as she realized she wanted desperately, more than anything, to approach him.  She silently cursed herself in her head, wishing him to come over to her.

As if reading her mind, Adam suddenly walked her way.  He didn't break their eye contact for even a split second.  Amy blinked as she gazed up at him as he was suddenly before her, only inches away.  Her heart thundered inside her chest.

After a moment, Adam finally spoke.  "Amy...hi..."

"Hi," she said softly.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, eyes still fastened on hers.  He held out his right hand to her.

Without shifting her eyes away, she wordlessly took his hand and allowed him to lead her to the dance floor.  There were several couples dancing to Madonna's romantic ballad, but Amy was completely unaware of them.  She was only aware of Adam, and, as always when she was with him, felt a bit of a high - she felt positively intoxicated.

They danced slowly, Adam's arms around Amy, his hands resting gently on either side of her waist.  She clasped her fingers behind his neck and slightly in his long, silky blond tresses.  Not a word was spoken between them as they slow danced.  At the same time, neither could move their eyes off the other.

Amy stared up into Adam's beautiful eyes and let her gaze travel slightly lower, taking in each of his facial features.  She knew she was in trouble - because she was deeply and desperately in love with him.  As she danced so closely with him, her senses acutely aware of the thoroughly beautiful masculinity of him, there was no denying her true feelings for Adam.

*

Jay sat at a small table by himself, watching as Adam slow-danced with Amy.  He smiled to himself and knew that Adam would have to pay him that twenty dollars before the night's end.  Anyone watching those two could tell that Amy was as crazy about Adam as Adam was about her.

*

Adam gazed down into Amy's hazel eyes and felt his heart melt.  She felt the same way about him that he felt about her - he knew it.  Something special was happening between the two of them.  He had never been so certain of anything in his entire life.  What if he just leaned down and kissed her?

He didn't do it.  He sensed that this moment was not quite the right time.  Instead, he contined to dance with her, savoring the feel of her in his arms.  It was a sensation that felt so right, so natural.

They danced to a few more songs without so much as a single word spoken between the two of them, until Amy finally decided she was tired.  Grabbing hold of Adam's hand, she led him to a small table close to one wall and sat down.  He sat across from her, eyes still fastened to her face.

They both started to speak at the same time.  Adam said, "I'm sorry...what were you going to say?"

Amy tossed some of her hair out of her face and gazed up into his handsome face.  "I was just..."  She glanced down at her hands in her lap shyly.  "...Adam, can we go back to your hotel room...?  I think we need to talk."

Adam nodded.  "Sure...just give me a minute."

"Okay."

Adam glanced around the area and rose when he spotted Jay by the bar, where he was standing and drinking beer from a bottle.  Jay looked up at him as he approached.  He gave him a thumbs-up sign and a broad smile.

"Way to go, dude!"  He let out a soft chuckle.

Adam looked Jay seriously in the eye.  "Jay, Amy and I are going back to the hotel.  I'll catch you later, okay?"

"Whoa!  So, you two are really hitting it off now, huh?"

"It looks that way...we're going to talk back in the room."

"I get it...don't worry, Adam," Jay said, "I won't disturb you two.  I'll just go and stay in Chris' room tonight, since he's not rooming with anyone."

"Night, Jay," Adam called with a wave as he turned and went back to Amy.

*

A few minutes later, Adam and Amy were back at the hotel.  When Adam opened the door, Amy headed straight for one of the beds and sat down.  Adam came over to sit on the very edge of the same bed and faced her.  She appeared slightly nervous as she glanced at him and then looked away.

"I just...wanted to apologize for this afternoon," she finally said.  "It was rude and dishonest of me."

"Amy, I don't blame you for making up a lie this afternoon, considering what happened.  I acted stupid, and without thinking.  I could have seriously hurt you.  I..."

Amy leaned over and placed one finger on Adam's lips, silencing him.  His eyes met hers again and intensely held her gaze.

"For the last time, Adam...you did not hurt me.  You did a damn good job of protecting me from being hurt.  You always have been very gentle with me in that ring when the storyline called for something physical between us," Amy said in a low, soft voice, her hazel eyes boring into him.

Adam didn't speak.  He just gazed at her, drinking in the sight of her face, her eyes.  He dared to reach over slowly and take her hand.  He held it, squeezing it gently, and Amy squeezed his hand back.  They just gazed at each other and held hands for awhile without speaking.

"I'm sorry I just ran away from you like that this afternoon," Amy finally continued after a long moment of silence.  "It wasn't that I wanted to...I just felt...strange."

"Strange how?" Adam asked softly.

"Just...uncomfortable."

"Ames, you don't ever have to feel uncomfortable with me.  You know that."

"I know," Amy said.  "I just...did.  It's not you, believe me."

Adam gazed at her quizzically, wondering why she felt the way she apparently had.  Why would she ever feel uncomfortable around him?  "I'm sorry if I pushed you somehow or in any way made you feel uncomfortable."

Amy looked up into his eyes and gave him a small, shy smile.  "I really did enjoy this afternoon," she said.

"So did I," Adam said.

"And thanks for dancing with me tonight.  That was fun, too."

Adam's green-topaz eyes sparkled.  "It was a lot of fun, and we should do it again."

"Yeah," Amy agreed, smiling.  She reluctantly pulled her hand out of his and glanced at her watch.  Then, noting the time, she stood up.  "I really should be..."  She gestured toward the door.  "...it's pretty late."

"Okay," Adam said, standing up to walk her to the door.  When Amy was directly in front of it, he gazed at the back of her long red hair and felt a nagging, tugging sensation in his chest.

Amy glanced over her shoulder at him.  "Well...goodnight," she said softly, and Adam leaned over slightly to reach for the door handle.

Just as Adam's hand touched the door, Amy abruptly turned around and nearly flung herself at him.  In a flash, they were in each other's arms and kissing passionately, hungrily.  Amy eagerly tasted Adam's lips as she parted her own and allowed her tongue entrance into his hot mouth.

Adam gasped softly as he kissed her back fervently.  He wrapped his muscular arms around her shapely frame, holding her close against him.  He moved his hands from her waist up her sides to her full breasts, and she panted, then cried out.  He slid his hands up to the sides of her face and cradled her head, tipping her face up to penetrate her mouth more deeply with his tongue.  His long fingers gently burrowed into her long red hair.

"Oh, God," Amy sighed as she felt Adam's lips on her neck.  Every one of her senses was alive and more alert than ever.  She felt like she was going to explode.

"Mmm...Amy," Adam moaned.  He covered her neck with kisses, placing most of them on the hollow base of her throat.  He held her tighter against him, pressing his now rock-hard erection against her stomach as he allowed his hands to slide down to her buttocks, which he gently cupped and kneaded.

"Adam..." Amy whispered.  She entwined her fingers in his silky blond hair, gently pulling his head back to hers and directing his lips to hers.  Adam allowed his tongue to perform spirals around hers, and Amy felt her knees weaken slightly at the intensity and depth of emotion between them.

"Oh, my God..."  Amy allowed her hands to travel inside Adam's shirt, and she quickly undid the buttons.  Following her lead, Adam grabbed hold of her shirt and lifted it up over her head.  As she reached for the button on his leather pants, Adam cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling their weight and density.  He reached back and unclasped her bra, then plucked it off of her to lick one nipple, his tongue running circles around it.

Amy closed her eyes, savoring the sensations shooting through her brain.  She let her hand travel inside his trousers and caressed his massive erection through his briefs. Oh, God...he was so big and hard.

"Adam...please..."  Her voice was soft but pleading.

His beautiful eyes meeting hers, Adam stepped out of the black leather of his pants and lifted her up into his arms.  He carried her to the nearest of the two beds and lay her down.  Amy instantly sat back up to help him remove his briefs, and she gasped when he was free.  She eagerly took him into her mouth, savoring the feeling and taste of him.

Adam closed his eyes and put his hands into her soft hair, petting her gently.  He held his breath as she continued to lavish and love him with her mouth.  "Oh...yeah," he whispered as he neared the brink.  Before he felt like he was about to come, he gently pulled back and lay on the bed, just lingering over Amy.

Adam's breath felt hot against her skin as he kissed the tops of her breasts and reached down her body to remove her panties.  Amy moved her legs slightly to get out of them, and she put her arms around Adam, clinging to him.

He lowered himself down the length of her body, noticing the knotted three-inch scar on her left hip.  He wondered about it and lovingly touched it with one forefinger.  Amy shrank away slightly under his touch and reached down to grab his hand, moving it away.

Adam lifted his head and gazed into her eyes, noticing the pained expression she wore.  He gently ran his hands down the front of her body as he slid further down, then placed his tongue on the most sensitive areas of her body.  Amy gasped as he found her clit and traced circles around it.  She arched her hips slightly until Adam placed his arms underneath her body and lifted her up slightly over his shoulders.

In moments, as Adam contined to prod at her firmly with his soft, moist tongue, Amy's body was wracked with deep pleasure as she felt a most intense orgasm rip through her.  "Oh, God!  Adam!  Ohhh, Adam!"  She reached down and grasped one of his hands in her own, holding on as if for dear life.  He held tightly to her as well.

"Come here," Amy said softly a few minutes later, her hand gently caressing Adam's long blond hair.  He looked up and met her eyes, which were beckoning to him.  Reading her mind, Adam kissed her on the lips passionately, and she kissed him back, before she turned over.  He entered her from behind, and, finding her very wet, he began to thrust hard and fast.

"My God..." Adam gasped.  She was so very tight, her inner muscles gripping him like a vise.  He hoped she would come again before he did.  Before long, she did.  Adam followed soon after, gasping and crying out softly as his climax hit him.  Holding his breath and shutting his eyes tightly, he emptied himself into her as wave after wave of pleasure nearly overcame him.  Afterward, he placed small, gentle kisses on her back before he withdrew and lay beside her on the bed.  Her back was still to him, and he spooned her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her against him tightly.

Amy turned over in his embrace and faced him.  Her eyes met and held his gaze, and she smiled.  Adam grinned back at her and moved slightly to kiss her, and she kissed him back.  They lay there quietly in one another's arms for awhile before Adam drifted off to a peaceful sleep.  Amy lay awake a few more minutes before she too dropped off into dreamland.