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Edge laid back on the hotel room bed, his breathing still heavy after the encounter.
He and Stacy had just made love... Well, had sex, anyway. He had difficulty thinking of it as 'making love' to her while all his thoughts had been completely consumed by another woman.
Lita... He'd been unable to get his mind off the redhead all night, ever since bumping into her in the hallway at the arena earlier. And wasn't *that* an understatement - he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since that *other* night.
Edge folded his hands up under his head as he stretched out a bit. He glanced down at Stacy, who lay asleep curled up on her side beside him. One of her hands was outstretched slightly toward him, as though she were trying to hold onto him. How ironic...
The blond man wondered what the leggy diva would think if she knew he'd been picturing Lita during their encounter. And not merely during the *height* of passion, but throughout. It had been virtually impossible for him *not* to imagine the redhead as he'd been with Stacy. However, at the same time, he'd been mentally comparing the two women. He was certain Lita would feel completely different in bed than Stacy did. After all, she was bigger and firmer, with more meat and muscle than the blonde. He was positive she would delight him to no end, satisfy his every sexual desire. Not that Stacy didn't succeed in that area, but she was no Lita.
Why was it so impossible for him to stop thinking about the redheaded diva? Up until recently, he'd pretty much only seen her in a friendship sense. While he'd always found her gorgeous, he really *hadn't* thought of her in any sexual way other than very fleetingly. But ever since that night when their eyes had met and locked in the arena hallway... Well, it seemed as though he'd discovered something he'd never realized on the surface...
... He was in love with Lita.
Since their last encounter in which they'd collided in another arena hallway, he'd seen the young woman in his dreams. Sometimes, such visions had been erotic, but other times they'd merely been tender and loving. In the latter dreams, Lita had caressed his long blond hair and kissed him, gazed deeply into his eyes and whispered those three little words to him: 'I love you...'
At his side, Stacy suddenly shifted, a soft sound emerging from her slightly parted lips as she turned onto her back in her sleep.
Sighing, Edge pushed himself up to a sitting position, pulling on the sweatpants he'd discarded for his sexual run with the blonde. Afterward, he stood up and padded to the balcony to get some air.
The Canadian leaned against the railing, his gaze sweeping over the night. And then, suddenly, he noticed the vision across the way, standing out at her own hotel room balcony.
She was wearing a long, flowing light blue nightgown, her long hair swaying slightly in the gentle breeze. She was such a lovely sight, it nearly took his breath away...
... Lita.
She seemed unaware of his presence, her head slightly down as she gazed at something on the street.
Edge wondered what she was thinking... Was she thinking of *him*?
Then, on an impulse, he decided to try and get her attention. He raised his right hand, waving it frantically.
"Lita!" he called in a loud whisper. Damn it, if Stacy heard and woke up...
Suddenly, the redheaded diva's head shot up, and she caught sight of him.
Edge's face brightened with a grin as she waved back. His heart did happy little leaps inside his chest. It was pounding so hard, he thought it might just escape its confines. But he couldn't contain himself... Not where Lita was concerned.