Comes the Twilight

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Amy bit her lip as she sat on her hotel room bed.

She wrung her hands nervously as she mentally replayed the conversation she'd just had with Stephanie. Although the brunette's words had filled her with such hope, she couldn't help feeling anxious.

At the moment, Adam was in the shower. Although he'd fallen back asleep when she'd left the room to talk with the other diva, he'd awoken again while she'd been out.

She thought deep and hard about what Stephanie had suggested - that Adam probably felt the exact same way toward her as she did him.

Was it possible? *Could* the tall blond man actually be in love with her?

She took a deep breath as she knew the answer to her own question - there was only one way to find out.

Then, as though on cue with her thoughts, the bathroom door opened. Amy looked toward it just as Adam stepped over the threshold, his long blond hair damp, a towel swathed around his narrow hips.

Despite everything they'd done, the redhead found herself blushing. She knew he was naked under that piece of terrycloth, and she couldn't help thinking about it. But it wasn't mere horniness on her part. Sure, she was pregnant and her hormones were going crazy, but there was just such a beauty about him.

The blond man offered her a smile as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on the clothing he'd discarded the previous night. The redhead returned the smile weakly, her mind in turmoil. Well, she might as well talk.

"Adam..."

The Canadian looked over his shoulder at her, pausing in his task.

"Hmm...?"

"I just..." She hesitated as she mentally searched for the right words. "Well, I wanted to..." Again, she paused, biting her lip. Adam was gazing at her intensely. "About last night-"

The blond man cocked his head in recognition, his heart sinking a bit. Before she could continue, he spoke up.

"Say no more... No strings attached," he said, forcing a smile he didn't feel.

Amy stared at him blankly for a beat, her mouth running dry at his words. She felt as though she'd been punched hard in the stomach. The speech that had just left his lips stung her more than she could have ever imagined. After a few seconds, she felt tears burning behind her eyelids, and, horribly hurt, she broke down and burst into tears. The sobs were so abrupt and unexpected, and so harsh at the same time. She hated herself at that moment - hated how she'd let down her guard and allowed him to see her so very upset and vulnerable.

Adam was flabbergasted as he witnessed the redhead's sudden reaction. What had he done? Was it something he'd said? Was it something he'd *just* said?

"Ames?" He reached out tentatively for her hand, but she pulled away almost violently, hiding her face from him.

"Don't..." she uttered. "Just... don't..."

The blond man felt awful and so guilty as he gazed at her. Was he wrong in what he'd said? In what he'd thought? Was it possible that she...?

"Amy... Please..." he said softly, his tone soft, and he reached out for her again. "Please look at me."

She did so with a reluctance that tore at his heart, her beautiful eyes so teary and now red.

"Amy, are you... Is this because of what I just said about no strings attached?"

Fresh tears ran down her cheeks as she blinked, somehow managing to keep the eye contact with him.

"Oh, God..." Adam breathed, raking a hand through his long hair. "I only said that because I thought that was what you wanted..."

The redhead sniffled, but her senses all grew sharper at his revelation.

"Wh-what?"

He nodded. God, all this time...

"Amy, I never wanted things to be weird between us... After that night..." He reached down with one hand and gently touched her stomach, clearly meaning their *first* night together. "... I've wanted to be with you." He cocked his head as he peered deeply into her sad but now shocked eyes. "I realized I'd fallen in love with you, even *before* that night."

"You... you what?" Amy squinted up at him, certain she must have heard him wrong. She didn't understand.

"I *love* you, Amy Dumas..." he said softly, his voice so sincere it brought further tears to her eyes. In fact, she was again sobbing.

"I love you, too, Adam..."

That was when the blond man smiled, her admission warming his heart. Gathering her close against him, he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her passionately, nearly losing himself as she returned it in kind.

He couldn't believe it... She loved him... Just as he loved her.







Part 31

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