The tall blond man decided to go and visit Lita.  He'd missed seeing the redhead backstage while still at the arena, so he was doubly anxious to see her.

Edge ran his hand through his long hair as he made his way down the hall.  He knew the diva would be in her hotel room right now, relaxing.  She rarely went out after shows these days, and although she'd done that quite often while she'd been dating Matt Hardy, the blond knew that wasn't really her style.  The elder Hardy brother was the one who'd always been very much into the club scene - and Lita was not.

Edge often wondered why the redhead had put up with so very much from Matt Hardy.  Over the last few months of their relationship, it had seemed as though the man had done nothing but take her for granted.  He'd also slowly but surely drifted away from her emotionally, and whenever Lita had tried to close the ever-widening gap between them, Matt would just push her even further away with his rotten attitude.  Eventually, the diva had gotten fed up and told him they were through.

The night of the breakup, Lita had gone to Edge.  A little while after the scene with the darker Hardy, she'd sought out the blond man and found him in his hotel room.  She'd checked out of her own and into a new one, as, obviously, she could no longer stay with Matt.  She'd been stony-faced as she'd told the blond Canadian she'd finally ended things with the elder Hardy brother, but in moments, she'd broken into tears.

Edge stood directly outside the door to the redhead's room, his hand poised to knock as he continued to think about that night.  As he rapped with his knuckles, he recalled how much he'd wanted to comfort her.  He had, but not quite to the extent as he'd wished.  And although she might not have wanted to hear it at the time, he'd told her she was better off without Matt.

"Edge...Hi," Lita said with a smile as she opened the door to see him there.

The tall blond man was a bit taken aback by the fact that the diva was already dressed for bed.  She was clad in a pair of cozy-looking pajamas, the top comfortably oversized.  Her red hair was pulled back and up into a ponytail, held in place by a gray scrunchy.  Her lovely face was scrubbed of all traces of makeup.

"Hey, Red...I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were about to turn in..."  He was about to turn around to go as he was mumbling about not wanting to disturb her when she stopped him.

"Edge, no - I wasn't going to bed just yet," she said as she reached out and took hold of his wrist.  "I was just getting comfortable, that's all."

He turned around to gaze into her pretty, smiling face.  "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure," Lita replied.  "Besides, I always have time for you..."  Then, she pulled him into the room.  Inwardly, she thought, ...my favorite blond.

The Canadian sat down on the edge of the bed and gazed at the redhead, not exactly knowing what to say now that he was here - but he couldn't stop thinking how cute he thought she looked.  In fact, she was adorable.  He supposed not many of the divas would wear comfortable pajamas like she was wearing - someone like Torrie Wilson would certainly never want anyone to think of her wearing anything but skimpy lingerie to bed.  Lita's style and carefree attitude was only one of the things he loved about her.  She didn't care what other people thought, and she was comfortable with herself, regardless of what she was wearing, and, to Edge, that made her the sexiest diva in the WWE.  Well, actually, there were dozens of other reasons he found her sexy...

"I saw what happened to Trish tonight," the blond man finally said dumbly, suddenly too nervous to say much else.

"Yeah...stupid Victor/Victoria and that dork Steven Richards..."

Edge couldn't help but laugh.  "I was about to run out there to help Trish."

"So was I - we would've run into each other if we'd done that."

"Victor/Victoria, huh?" the Canadian asked, a chuckle accompanying his question.

"Yeah," the redhead said.  "Sometimes I really wonder about that one..."  She joined the blond man in his laughter.

"Hey, I was just going to watch a movie..." she said after a beat.  "Why don't you stay and watch with me?"

"Lovely Lita," Edge replied, a grin on his handsome face, "nothing could drag me away..."