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After her shower, Amy quickly dried off and dressed into the stretch jeans and black baby tee she'd snatched out of her bag.  She grabbed a scrunchy she'd left on the bathroom sink and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.  Then, after checking her nervous reflection in the mirror above the sink, she took a deep breath and headed back into the main room.

Her eyes instantly traveled over to Adam, and she was surprised to see that the handsome blond man was no longer asleep.  Instead, he was awake, lying on his back, his head resting on his hands, which were clasped behind his head.  His eyes stared up at the ceiling, making him look almost lost in some deep thoughts.

Yeah, Amy thought, he's probably thinking what a huge mistake last night was...

As she continued to stand there, silently watching him, he suddenly turned his head in her direction, fixing those incredible emerald-green eyes on her.

"Hi...good morning..."  He gave her a winning smile.

"Good morning..."  Amy snapped out of it, embarrassed that he'd caught her staring at him.  To avoid his eye contact, she strode to her bag in one corner of the room and pretended to be searching for something inside.

Adam turned over onto his side, his head supported on one hand, his elbow propped against the pillow.  He studied Amy intently, a small smile touching his lips as he recalled everything they had done the previous night.  She was amazing.  He'd always had a crush on her, and the feellings he held for the redhead had increased over the first couple of months of their friendship.  And now, while he continued to gaze at her, one thing was crystal clear to him - he was, without a doubt, deeply, desperately in love with this woman.

"How did you sleep?"

The sound of the Canadian's voice caused the diva to give a slight start, as he'd been so silent since his first utterance.  She came up with a lightweight red cardigan sweater, pretending that had been what she'd been searching for.

"There it is..."  She neatly folded it over one arm.  Then, shifting her eyes back to the man in the bed, her breath catching in her throat at what a beautiful sight he was - he was damned gorgeous - she spoke again.  "Um...I'm sorry...What?"

He chuckled softly, shifting positions and absent-mindedly running one hand through his long blond hair as he gazed at her fondly.  "I just asked how your sleep was..."

"Oh...I slept...okay."  She bit her lip, her feeling of unease increasing by the second.  She felt so incredibly awkward.

"I slept great myself," the Canadian offered, chasing his words with a sleepy yawn.  "I can't believe we really did all that last night..."  He swung his eyes her way again, and before he could continue, Amy swallowed hard and blurted out what she knew was inevitable.  She decided that, if one of them were going to say it, it might as well be her.  At least that way, she wouldn't have her heart so thoroughly shattered.

"Adam, I hope things aren't going to be weird between us now...I mean, we're friends, and I...we just totally lost control last night..."  She held one hand to her head, small, stubborn traces of her headache lingering.  "I...I was just feeling lonely, and..."  She held her tongue against using the word "desperate," but she hated herself for saying most of what she had said nonetheless.  It wasn't all entirely true.  She'd been very attracted to him since the day they'd met, which dated back to her WWF debut in early 2000 - plus, she had developed feelings for him very shortly after getting to know him more when they'd become friends - but she was certain the feeling wasn't mutual.  Obviously, Adam had to be physically attracted to her, but how could a guy like him ever have feelings deeper than friendship for a tomboy like herself?  For crying out loud, he had dated Dawn Marie, who was much more feminine and girly than her.  She was gorgeous.  All the guys thought so.  As for Amy Dumas, all the guys saw her as...well, one of the guys, only smaller, curvier and softer in places.

The blond man blinked at he gazed at her, absorbing all of her words - and his heart sank.  He'd honestly believed they'd made a connection last night, and not only a physical one.  After all of the talking, pouring out of hearts, and the passion and tenderness in the way they'd touched - he'd honestly believed he had found his soulmate.  But Amy obviously had different feelings about it - she thought that they had made a mistake in sleeping together.  She hadn't actually said that - but he knew that was what she'd meant.

He ran a hand through his hair, swallowing hard as the small smile vanished from his face.

"I'd better take a shower..."  He rose from the bed.

Amy was unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his nude body, lean but nicely chisled.  She bit her lip as he picked up his clothing from the floor, then forced herself to turn her head as he strode to the bathroom.

Once he had the door closed behind him, Adam took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  He felt as though his heart had been crushed.  She didn't feel the same way he did.  That much was pretty obvious.

After a beat, he shook his head, exhaling the breath he'd been holding, and started the shower.