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Lita fumbled with her belongings as she went through her bag to change back into her streetclothes.
She was running a bit late and was in fact the only diva left at the locker room. Hell, she was probably the only diva still at the arena at all. She'd had a quick meeting with Eric Bischoff immediately following her match against Gail Kim. Unfortunately, said 'quick' meeting had lasted the better part of forty minutes.
The redhead was exhausted after her long night. She hadn't even bothered with a shower, figuring she would just take one back at the hotel.
She was suddenly startled by a knock at the door. Who the heck would be coming here now?
Her mental question was answered a moment later, as, upon opening the door, she saw Edge standing there.
She stared in surprise at the tall blond man, wondering why on earth he would still be here at the arena. She knew Stacy had left a long time ago and wondered why he hadn't gone with her. And it was becoming very difficult to think right now what with the intense way he was gazing at her.
"Hi," he said, looking past her as though to ensure the redhead was alone.
"H-hi," Lita replied, a tiny smile coming to her face. It crossed her mind to ask, 'What do you want?' but she figured that would sound rude. Instead, she said, "I'm surprised to see *you're* still here."
"Yeah, well..." The Canadian ran a hand through his long golden hair. "Actually, I wanted to see you, and I knew this would be the best opportunity to get you alone."
Lita held her breath - or, more aptly, sucked in a deep breath. Why was she so weak around this man? They'd been friends for years, so why would she suddenly start feeling this way around him?
"Can I..." He gestured with one hand toward the interior of the room. "... come in?"
The diva bit her lip but stepped back to allow him entrance. A rush of heat flooded through her as Edge's arm gently brushed against her breasts as he stepped past her. She was going to lose herself here... She was definitely getting in over her head.
The blond man cleared his throat the moment she closed the door, his nerves a little more frazzled than he'd thought they would be. Every time he envisioned speaking to Lita, he'd felt excited but pretty calm. Yet now he was feeling as though his legs were about to turn to jelly. If she knew this, she'd probably laugh at him - and he'd die of embarrassment.
"You're still in your in-ring gear," he observed, his gaze sweeping over her from head-to-toe.
Lita blushed as deep red as her hair, which she hoped went unnoticed by Edge. At the same time, butterflies were fluttering like crazy all her inside her stomach. She couldn't stop them even if she tried.
"Yeah, I didn't get a chance to change," she answered lamely.
The blond man's gaze seemed to linger around the vicinity of her hips, which made her blush even brighter. God, if he only realized the effect he was having on her...
"You went back to wearing your pants low so your thong shows over them..."
The redhead gazed down at herself.
"Yeah." She nodded.
"And *I* was the one who came up with that," he reminded her - as though she *needed* reminding. He chuckled. "Who would've thought I'd be responsible for an entire trend in women's fashion...?"
Lita laughed softly, shy as she tucked a lock of red hair behind her ear as she looked back up to meet his eyes. They were shifting, the strange colors seeming to light up as she studied them. Edge's eyes were green, but they were the oddest eyes she'd ever seen. And why was it that she seemed suddenly incapable of looking away?
"Lita..." His voice was soft and gentle as he spoke her name, one of his hands coming up to gently rest on her cheek. The tall blond man tilted his head as he gazed down into her amazing hazel eyes - and all he could think about was how he'd been unable to stop thinking about her.
He dipped his head to kiss her, and the diva, shocked, turned her head - she *had to. Damn it, despite her feelings and attraction toward him, he was with Stacy - her *friend*. And she couldn't do that to a friend. She closed her eyes at the sensation of Edge's warm lips on her skin, his one hand still against her cheek and now also caressing her hair, the other at her waist. She was beginning to lose herself...
"Stop..." she said weakly, suddenly pulling back. "Edge, no... We can't-"
"I'm sorry, Lita," he stammered. "It's just that..." He held his tongue as he took in the look on her face. He shook his head, swallowing down the lump in his throat. "I'm really sorry."
She too swallowed hard.
"I think you'd better leave," she said softly, even though it was the exact opposite of what she *really* wanted.
"Okay..." The blond man looked sheepish as he made his way to the door. He could barely bring himself to look at her as he murmured a goodbye and then slipped out.
Lita was left standing there in shock, her heart hammering audibly. She couldn't
believe what had just happened.