Adam - he looked so peaceful and beautiful, his long blond hair slightly fanned out, his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he slept.  His breath came deep and regular, and in the darkness and extremely meager light, Amy was able to detect his eyes moving under their lids - he was apparently in REM sleep, dreaming.

Amy gently untangled herself from his embrace, silently cursing herself for losing control the previous night.  She had given in to mindless passion - and after all she'd been through.

As she picked up her garments from the floor one-by-one and got dressed, she gazed down upon Adam.  Her heart melted at how angelic he looked.  She wondered fleetingly if it was it really such a terrible thing for her to be with him.  He was such an angel.  Somehow, Amy sensed that Adam Copeland was one man who would never hurt her.

Stop it! she told herself, shaking her head.  She had to get out of this room, away from him.  She slipped her feet into her shoes and tied the laces, then tiptoed stealthily toward the door.

As her hand was mere inches from the handle, the sound of Adam's voice froze her in her tracks.

"Amy...Amy...I love you," he mumbled in his sleep.

Amy caught her breath and turned around in shock to gaze at him one last time.  Her eyes welled full of tears as she looked at him still curled on his left side, appearing to reach for her.

The sobs threatening to escape her, a moment later, Amy pushed the door open and left.

When she made it to her own room, she shut the door and leaned against it in the darkness, her breathing heavy and ragged.  She recalled Adam's voice from a moment ago: "Amy...Amy...I love you."

A single tear finally trickled down her cheek, setting her off.  She buried her face in her hands, threw herself on the bed and wept.

*

Several hours later, Adam roused in bed.  He had turned over onto his back earlier, and now he rolled onto his stomach, his right arm reaching over to the other side of the bed, seeking Amy's warm body.

Feeling around and not finding her, he slowly opened his eyes, his face half burrowed into the pillow.  She wasn't there.

Adam lifted his head and peered around the room.  He rose himself up on his elbows and got a glimpse of his discarded clothing scattered on the floor.  Amy's clothes were nowhere to be seen.

"Amy?"  He rose from the bed and padded, naked and barefoot, to the bathroom, thinking she might be there.  The door was still ajar, just as he and Jay had left it last night.  She wasn't there.

Adam returned to the bed and sat on the edge of it.  He felt badly thinking that Amy would leave him in the middle of the night like this.  He'd wanted to wake up that morning with her still in his arms.

*

An hour later, Adam entered the hotel dining room, knowing Jay would be there waiting for him.  He caught sight of him at a small table in one corner and went over to join him.  Only four other wrestlers were in the room, and all were already eating.

"Hey!" Jay greeted as Adam sat down across from him.  "How'd it go last night?"

"It was...nice," Adam replied with a small smile.

"That's it?  Just 'nice'?"

"Okay...it was incredible," Adam admitted, his smile broadening into his huge, toothy trademark grin.

"Way to go, Adam," Jay said, smiling, clapping his hands softly.  "So, where's Amy now?"

"I don't know...back in her room, I guess.  I haven't seen her since last night."

"You dog, you!" Jay exclaimed in a loud whisper.  "You had your way with her and then threw her out?"  He chuckled softly.

"No, of course not," Adam said, offended.  He was totally oblivious to the fact that Jay was only joking and teasing him.

"You mean she voluntarily didn't stay the entire night?"

"Guess not," Adam said softly.

"Pay up," Jay said firmly, putting out his left hand.

"What?"

"Did last night kill your memory?  We had a bet last night - I bet you twenty dollars you'd get with Amy, and you did - so you lose!  Hahaha!"

"Oh..."  Adam made a face at Jay as he reached for his wallet and dug out a twenty dollar bill.  "Here...happy now?"

"Yeah - thanks!"  Jay slipped the money into his back pocket.

"After breakfast, I gotta find Amy," Adam said.  For some reason, he felt it extremely necessary to talk to her.  Last night had been beautiful and magical, but it had also been completely unexpected after Amy's revelation of feeling uncomfortable.

*

Amy had ordered a room service breakfast, as she was too upset to go to the dining area and face anyone.  She was particularly terrified of the prospect of seeing Adam.  After last night, she knew he would expect more than she was able to give, and she couldn't handle that.   At the moment, she wasn't feeling strong enough to even eat.

She couldn't get Adam out of her mind.  She kept recalling him laying curled up on his side, in bed, his angelic-looking face turned toward her.  She closed her eyes, tears forming behind her lids.

"Amy...Amy...I love you..."

Amy pushed her plate of barely touched scrambled eggs and bacon aside, lay her head down on the table and sobbed.

*

After breakfast, Adam headed for Amy's room.  He wanted to talk to her and just see her.  After the previous night, he wanted nothing more than to spend time with her, hold her in his arms again.  He loved her.

Adam hesitated for a moment as he stood outside of room 213, which he knew to be Amy's.  He wished he had a single red rose to give to her, but he hadn't thought of it until just that moment.  Taking a deep breath, he gently rapped on the door with his knuckles.

Inside the room, Amy lifted her head from the desk, her face tear-stained.  She tried to remain quiet as a mouse, hoping that whoever was at her door would think she was either sleeping or out and just go away.  She wondered who was out there, silently praying that it wasn't Adam.  She was in no shape to face him right now.

After a moment, and with no response, Adam knocked again.  "Amy?"

Amy winced, and fresh tears ran down her cheeks.  Her heart felt as if it were shattering into a million pieces.

"Amy?  Are you in there?  It's me - Adam."

She felt horrible for being so dishonest and pretending she wasn't there.  She didn't want to ignore Adam, his friendship, the passion they felt for each other, or the love she could no longer deny she felt for him.  She bit her lip to stifle her cries as more tears ran down her face.

Adam frowned with disappointment.  Amy was either sleeping or out.  He lifted his hand one last time, but not to knock.  He gently placed one hand on the door, as if he were lovingly touching Amy.

*

That afternoon, Amy could no longer hide out from the world, as she had to attend the SmackDown taping and wrestle a match.  As she wrestled a tag team match with Trish against Jazz and Ivory, she tried her best to keep her emotions in check and not think about Adam and what had happened between them.

She found it nearly impossible.  She knew she was far from her best as she grappled with Jazz.  She was so distracted that she even messed up a couple of easy maneuvers.

Amy grew angry with herself when she executed a sloppy hurricanrana on Ivory.  The other woman glared at her as she stood up, as if silently telling her: "Whatever your're going through right now, snap out of it!"

Amy was so distracted that she even caused a mishap with Trish, who was her partner during the match.  As she attempted a dropkick to Jazz, she realized too late that she had done the move too soon.  Jazz collided into Trish, knocking the other woman down before she could return to her corner.

She hated herself at that moment.  She was relieved when she managed not to fumble the moonsault she executed to put an end to the match.

*

In the locker room in the back, Adam watched Amy's match on a TV monitor that was set up in the room.  He winced in sympathy every time he noticed mistakes she made, surprised, as Amy rarely messed up her moves.

"Oh no," he groaned as he watched Amy's mishap involving Trish.  As he contined watching, he felt relieved when the ending of the match went fairly well.  The camera focused on Amy up close, and he realized that she looked upset.  That was understandable, considering how she'd faired during the match.

He decided to go see her.  If he hurried, he could catch her before she even jumped in the shower.  He left the room and headed toward the women's locker room.

Adam knocked on the door and waited for a response.  It opened seconds later, and Nora Greenwald peered out at him.  She smiled.

"Hey, Adam."

"Hi, Nora...is Amy in there?"  He pointed toward the inside of the room.

"No, I know her match just ended, but you beat her here...she didn't get back yet," she replied.

"Okay, thanks.  I guess I'll wait for her out here."

"Sure...see you later."  Nora shut the door, and Adam leaned against the wall to wait for Amy.

He looked up as the other three women from Amy's match suddenly approached, heading directly for the locker room.  Trish smiled and said hello to Adam, and the other two ignored him, as they were engaged in a conversation.  The three of them entered the room.

Adam stood there casually, one leg bent, his foot leaning against the wall behind him, his hands in his pockets.  He briefly ran one hand through his long blond hair, and when he turned his head, he finally saw Amy.  Their eyes met as she came toward him.

"Hi," Adam said with a small smile, his eyes shining as he gazed upon her.  He thought she was a sight for sore eyes.

Amy appeared to be uncomfortable as she tried to avoid eye contact with him.  "Hi," she said uncertainly.  She met his eyes and reluctantly looked away, but allowed her eyes to examine the rest of him.  He looked so gorgeous, his golden hair flowing, a slight sparkle in his eyes.  Since his match had already taken place earlier, he was dressed in street clothes.

"I was looking for you this morning...I went to your hotel room and knocked, but I guess you were out," Adam said.  "Listen, do you want to go somewhere after you shower and get dressed?"

"I...can't," Amy said slowly, meeting his eyes again and then looking away quickly.  She hated herself for doing this, but she knew it would be for the best.

"Okay," Adam said.  "Maybe later?"

"I don't know."

Adam cocked his head as he regarded her.  Something was wrong.  Amy looked very uncomfortable, as if she wished she were anywhere but in this hallway with him.  He didn't understand.  They'd shared something ethereally beautiful the previous night, yet she seemed to want to be as far away from him as possible.

"Amy...is everything okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she lied.  She hoped she would not break down in front of him.

Adam stared at her.  "Are you sure?  You seem upset."

Amy sighed.  "I'm...Adam, I don't think this is a good idea.  I can't do this."  She turned away from him and walked toward the door to the women's locker room.

Adam reached out and grasped her arm gently but firmly.  He spun her around to face him.  "What are you talking about?"

Amy stared up into his emerald-topaz eyes, feeling despair taking over inside her again.  "I'm talking about us, Adam...I don't think it's going to work out between us.  I'm...sorry."  She swallowed hard, her eyes still fixed on his.

Adam felt confused, but he also felt hurt and angry.  "I don't believe this," he said.  "Everything we did last night...did last night not mean anything to you?"

"Last night was...it was what it was," Amy said softly.  "But it's over now."

Adam kept his gaze fixed to hers, his greenish eyes glistening with emotion.  He couldn't believe that Amy could be so cold and unfeeling.  His confusion was buried underneath his stronger feelings of hurt and anger.  "You used me," he said.  "I don't believe it...you used me."

Amy winced as she heard Adam's words, which couldn't be further from the truth.  She felt so hurt, partly from what Adam had just said but mostly from how she was rejecting him.  "That's not true," she said.

"Like hell it isn't," Adam spat, his voice rising slightly.  "You used me, and that's all there is to it...you bitch..."  He glared at her, then turned on his heel and stormed down the hall, away from her.

Amy stood there in shock as she stared after him.  She considered calling out to him or even running after him, but she did neither.  Instead, she bowed her head and placed one hand against her forehead, blinking back tears.  She felt like such crap.

*

Adam marched directly to the only place he could think of going after being so coldly and rudely rejected by the woman he loved.  He paused at the door to another locker room and knocked loudly.

"Yeah, just a minute," a voice called from within.

Seconds later, the door opened and a shirtless Matt Hardy, hair still damp, looked out at Adam.  "Hey, Adam."

Adam didn't bother to reply a greeting to his friend.  Instead, he pushed past Matt and walked into the room.  He sat down and tensely ran his fingers through his long hair.

"What's wrong?"

Adam looked up into Matt's face.  "Look, Matt - you're one of her best friends, so maybe you can tell me...what the fuck is wrong with Amy?!"

Matt frowned.  "Huh?  I'm not following you," he said.

Adam sighed miserably.  "We spent the night together last night...she skipped out on me during the middle of the night, and I just tried talking with her a few minutes ago, but she just blew me off.  Damn her!"  Adam gritted his teeth in his anger.

Matt sat down near Adam.  He was surprised this had happened - he'd never expected Amy to do this now - not to Adam Copeland.  He'd kept a watchful eye on the two of them together, as they were both good friends he cared a lot about.  When he saw them together, he knew there was something genuine and special between them.  In fact, he secretly envied them for finding such a thing and hoped that he would find the same one day.

"Adam," Matt said, "give Amy a break for a little while.  Let her come to you in her own time."

Adam stared at him and shook his head.  "That's not going to happen...she shot me down in flames.  She told me flat-out that it wasn't going to work out between us."

"Let Amy come to you.  There are things about her that you don't know, Adam...She's been through a lot, and she's probably just dealing with it right now, now that you two have gotten closer.  Trust me, she'll come to you when she's ready," Matt said confidently.

Adam looked his friend in the eye wordlessly.  He wondered what Matt meant about Amy having "been through a lot."  Nonetheless, he was still angry.  He couldn't imagine that anything Amy had gone through would cause her to act so distant and cold toward him now.

Finally, Adam stood up.  "Thanks," he said.

Matt nodded at him and said, "Remember what I said, Adam."

Adam nodded almost imperceptively before turning back toward the door and leaving.  He wanted to get back to his hotel room as soon as possible so he could be alone with his thoughts.