He turned over onto his left side, wishing for sleep to return to him, but it didn't.  Come on, he thought.  All I want is to get a few more measly minutes of sleep on my birthday.  Is that too much to ask for?

The blond man rolled over onto his right side in an attempt to get comfortable, and he opened his eyes again.

Despite the very obvious fact that he was not a morning person, Adam smiled at the sight of the sleeping redhead in the next bed.  She appeared to be out like a light, her breathing coming in regular intervals.  She was curled up on her left side, her long hair mussed in sleep, and her lips slightly parted.

He found it funny how just watching her seemed to bring him so much pleasure and peace.  She was like a dream.  She was, without a doubt, the sweetest thing in his life.

As the blond man kept his steady gaze on her, the redhead suddenly awoke, her hazel eyes opening slowly.  She blinked a few times as if clearing her vision at first, then met Adam's gaze.

Amy smiled.  "Hi."

"Hi yourself," he said with a soft smile of his own.

The redhead bit her lip as she turned over, pulling herself up into a sitting position.  Then, as she swung her bare legs over the side of the bed, her lovely face brightened with a grin.

"Happy birthday, Adam."

The Canadian rose his gaze from her shapely legs and back to her eyes.  "Thank you."  He smiled at her gently as he propped himself up on his elbow, his gaze fixed steadily and intensely on her.  He had the fierce urge to go to her over by the other bed and kiss her - as he had the other day, after the redhead had slept beside him, in his arms after Matt had so callously brutalized her.

He raked a hand through his hair as he turned over and sat up in his bed.  The truth was, Adam didn't know how much longer he could handle this - being so close to Amy all the time, especially rooming with her in such close quarters - without touching her the way he wanted to - the way he needed to.

He swallowed hard as he noticed the diva still watching him in his peripheral vision.  Damn it, why did she have to have broken up with Matt so recently?  It had only been just over two weeks.  Why did she have to be so desirable?  Why did she have to be so sweet?  These questions and at least a thousand more tormented his brain.

Adam sighed as he looked away from her, contemplating whether or not he should recommend she start rooming with Dawn Marie or Nidia.  However, on the same token, he wanted her near him.  He also instinctively knew that the redhead would vehemently protest such a request, as she was obviously still scared of Matt trying something - and besides, he really didn't want her to leave.  He needed her.  Damn it, he was in too deep - since the night she'd arrived at his hotel room, crying about Matt's infidelity with Torrie, he'd fallen more in love with her than ever...

And it was his birthday... Was it really such a bad thing for him to just indulge?  He wanted more than anything to take that next step - the biggest one - with this woman.  But, as he'd told her, he didn't want to just be a rebound thing to her.

Adam turned his head to gaze at Amy again, his eyes instantly meeting and locking with hers.  The soft smile had vanished from the redhead's face, and a more serious, even pensive, expression had replaced it.

The blond man blinked as he continued to stare intensely into her hazel eyes.  It occurred to him that she couldn't possibly still hold feelings for Matt Hardy - not after what he'd done to her.

Was it actually possible that Amy was already in love with him, and not merely infatuated?  Was it possible that she hadn't simply redirected whatever feelings she'd once had for Matt and placed them on him?  The Canadian didn't know the answers for sure, but he certainly wanted both to be true.