She rolled over on the comfortable bed, coming to rest on her stomach as she ran a hand through her slightly tangled red hair.  She wondered why she didn't see Dawn Marie anywhere in the room, as she'd remembered her brunette friend had offered to share her room with her for the night.

The redhead suddenly became aware of a figure lying on the floor beside the bed, and her eyes widened slightly.  The person's back was facing her, and the blanket was pulled up over their face, but she noted the long blond hair.  She knew this was not a woman.

She quietly swung her legs over the edge of the bed and reached down to touch the person's hair.  It was soft and fine - silky.  And then, she suddenly remembered that she had gone to visit Adam after she'd seen Dawn Marie.

Adam... She recalled how sweet and sensitive he'd been toward her the night before.  Here, she had gone to him crying out her troubles to him about Matt.  She bit her lip gently as she continued to gaze down at him, her hand still on his hair.  She suspected that it hadn't been easy for the tall Canadian to listen to her pour out her heart like that, as she sensed he had a bit of a crush on her.

Amy had never mentioned the feelings she suspected Adam had for her to anyone before - not even Dawn Marie, who was her closest female friend.  Likewise, she'd never said a word about this to Jeff, her closest male friend, either.  But she had gotten the oddest feeling when she and Matt had first started dating.  Adam had suddenly started giving both Matt and herself a bit of the cold shoulder.  It had gone on for a couple of weeks.  And once he'd finally begun to socialize with them again, the redhead had noticed that he seemed to be a bit short with her.  However, after a few months had passed, things seemed to be back to normal between herself and the tall blond.

She gazed down at his sleeping form curiously.  Although she had just broken it off with Matt, she wondered...she really did wonder.  She recalled how attentive he had always been toward her - and sweet, too.  With the exception of those couple of months of tension after she and Matt had become a couple, Adam had always been very sweet to her.

The truth was, Amy was very attracted to the lanky Canadian.  She always had been.  But they had just never gotten to cross that bridge between friendship and romance.  And before Matt had first kissed her, she had experienced occasional thoughts about the idea of being with Adam.

While she still had her hand on his long blond hair, the man suddenly shifted.  Amy quickly moved her hand away as he turned over onto his back.  His green eyes were open, and he gazed up at her sleepily.  Amy continued to study him, their eyes locked, and Adam spoke softly to her.

"Amy...Hi...how are you?"  His voice was full of concern, as were his eyes.  And although he'd just woken out of a sound sleep, his handsome face wore a gentle expression.

"I'm...okay," she replied in a soft voice.  It was the truth.  Although the night before had been hell, she truly did feel considerably better.  She realized just gazing at Adam did the trick - just knowing that he cared for her in that way...

"Can I ask you a question?" the redhead whispered.

"Sure..."

"Why did you sleep on the floor?  Why didn't you share the bed with me?  I mean, this is your hotel room..."

The blond man shifted his gaze to the ceiling for a brief moment, then turned them back to her hazel eyes.  Lifting a hand to his long hair, he said softly, "I didn't want to disturb you...besides," he added, "I didn't want to make things awkward for you."

Amy's heart swelled with - something at his words.  She wasn't sure what that something was.  They were friends, and they were close.  But at the same time, she had been in a relationship with Matt for close to two years, and she had loved him.  She thought that what she was suddenly feeling toward Adam was odd - because she just broken it off with the Hardy brother.  The last thing she wanted was to be on the rebound.

Adam yawned, running his hands over his face.  He was hungry, and he was sure the redhead must be as well.  "Do you want a shower?" he asked as he eyed her again.

"Yeah...but not right this minute."  She was a bit lazy when it came to getting up in the morning.  "You take one first."

The blond man sat up in his makeshift bed on the floor as he gazed into her face wordlessly for a beat.  He noticed her eyes were still bloodshot and quite puffy, and he suspected that she might have woken up a couple of times in the night and cried some more.  He wished that, if that had indeed happened, he'd have woken up to hear and comfort her - but he was a very heavy sleeper.  His best friend, Jay Reso, had often joked, back when they were rooming together before the other man had been switched over to RAW, that Adam could sleep through a war.

He longed to reach one hand out to gently caress Amy's beautiful, sad face, but he didn't.  He was uncertain as to how the woman would react to such a gesture, especially given the circumstances of the previous night.  He was sure that, after she had gotten to sleep on it, she was probably in that "I hate all men" mode that all women seemed to go through after a bitter breakup.  The last thing he wanted was for her to take offense to something he did - or said.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a soft voice.

The redhead lowered her head slightly so that her cheek was resting against the pillow.  "Yeah..." she admitted almost reluctantly.  "...I am now."  She gazed at him with a tender expression on her face.

Adam cocked his head slightly to one side at the tone of her voice, the look in her eye.  It was weird, but he could swear she was eyeing him in a whole new light.  And only last night, she'd been crying her eyes and heart out about Matt.  That bastard.  He felt traces of the anger from the night before bubbling up to the surface and unconsciously clenched his right hand into a fist.  He hoped he'd given the man a bruise where he'd punched him.

"Well...I'm going to hit the shower," he suddenly said, pushing all thoughts of violence against the older Hardy Boy aside for the moment.

Amy watched him, her eyes never leaving his form as he gathered up clothing in the bag that lay on the opposite side of the bed.  She bit her lip, a feeling of wonder going through her.  The Canadian padded to the bathroom, briefly turning around to gaze at her once more before he closed and locked the door to start his shower.

She flopped over onto her back, took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the feelings ran through her.  After a beat, she opened her eyes again and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what in hell was wrong with her.  How could she be having feelings for Adam when no more than ten hours ago, she'd been devastated about finding Matt in bed with Torrie?

And then a thought occurred to her - maybe she'd always had feelings for Adam, but had never realized it until now.  After all, she had always felt an attraction toward him.  She closed her eyes again as she recalled a vivid memory that had stayed with her all these months...

"Ames," Jeff said softly as he gently touched her hand.  "Someone's here to see you..."

She looked up as best she could, as she was in the hospital after her neck surgery, and at the moment, she was currently strapped to a special bed so that her neck and head remained immobile.  The only way she could see anything was if she moved her eyes.

"Who is it?"

Her rainbow-haired friend didn't reply as someone suddenly stepped into the room.  Apparently, the person had been standing in the doorway for a moment before entering.  She couldn't see anything but a pair of long, blue denim-clad legs until he stepped directly up to the bed.  Her eyes shifted up to take in the sight of Adam, whose handsome face wore a tiny smile - one she could tell he was forcing on his face for her benefit.

"Hey," he said softly.  She suddenly realized he was holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand.

"Hey," she managed as she began to get choked up.  She cursed herself for that, as she'd promised herself she wouldn't cry throughout this ordeal.  She was normally such a strong person, and she refused to let herself get down because of this setback.  The doctor had told her she would be back - no, better than normal once she was completely healed.  Then again, she wouldn't be one-hundred percent for an entire year or so.

"Thank you for coming, Adam," she said softly, raising her eyes to his emerald-green ones.  "I'm glad you did."

The tall blond seemed to wince for a second - so quickly that Amy wasn't even sure she'd seen it.  "I wouldn't have missed visiting you during such a time, Ames," he said, his eyes glued to her face.  "You're going to be fine...just fine, sweetheart."  It seemed that he perhaps wanted to reach down to touch her face, but he didn't.  He was terrified of doing that and possibly hurting her.

"There you go," she heard Jeff say from several feet away.  "I just put your new flowers into a vase with water...they're right over here, Ames."

"Thanks, Jeff."

"Is it...is it okay if I sit on her bed?" the Canadian suddenly asked the younger man.  His voice sounded uncertain.

"Yeah...I've been doing it," came the reply.  "Just be careful you don't make any contact with her head or neck."

Adam nodded, then gingerly sat on the edge of Amy's hospital bed.  He glanced it over, thinking it quite a frightful-looking contraption, but if it would make her better, he was all for it.  He reached down for one of her hands, taking it gently in his, painfully aware of the fact that hers was so much smaller than his own.  She looked so delicate, so fragile - this woman who was perhaps the toughest female he'd ever seen in or out of a wrestling ring.

Amy blinked as she gazed up into his handsome face, squeezing his hand slightly.  She felt warm, safe and secure with him so near her.  She had wished Matt would come to visit her and be like this - but he'd only shown up once and returned to work immediately thereafter.  The way this man was currently make her feel was really Matt's responsibility, and she couldn't help feeling bitter toward her boyfriend.

"How are you?" the blond man asked softly.  His gaze on her was soft and tender, gentle as he drank in her beautiful face.  He longed to caress her face again, but he made a conscious effort not to.  If he touched her and hurt her...he'd never forgive himself.

"Better than I thought I'd be," the redhead replied with a slight smile.  The doctor said I can go home within the next couple of weeks...and then I'll have this horrible contraption to wear on my neck for the next couple of months or so..."  She shifted her eyes away from him for a beat as she felt tears welling up in them.  She tried desperately not to shed them.

Amy suddenly turned her head in the direction of the hotel room door as she heard a knocking.  Glancing quickly toward the bathroom, she rose and went to the door.

Without asking who was outside, the redhead turned the knob and pulled it open, and she was instantly sorry when she did.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Amy?!"  Matt's handsome face was a mask of fury as he stared at her, his dark brown eyes widened.

"I stayed here last night - not that it's any of your business!" she cried.

"Oh, I see how this works...you've been screwing him all along, haven't you?  I just bet you didn't even come here last night to see me - you were here to see Adam!" the man yelled.  "Damn you, Amy!  You're nothing but a God damn whore!"  He reached out and grabbed hold of her left arm.

"Get the hell off me!" she shouted as she tried to pull free of his grasp.  She reached over with her right arm in an attempt to slap him in the face, but Matt rose his other arm, blocking the blow.  They struggled for a moment, Amy trying to yank out of his grip and shut the hotel room door in his face when all of a sudden, he let her go in a hurry.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" Adam's voice boomed from behind the redhead.  She turned and saw him exiting the bathroom, wearing only a pair of black jeans, his chest bare, long hair damp.  instantly leapt up and away from the door as the tall blond stepped toward the doorway, a look of rage more fierce than she could ever remember dominating his handsome features.  "What did I tell you last night?  Stay away from her!"

Amy stood behind the Canadian's back, hiding behind him as she peered back at Matt.  Her ex-boyfriend looked intimidated for a beat as he stared up at the taller man.  Then his expression turned angry again as he yelled at Adam.

"She is my girlfriend, Copeland," the darker man shouted, emphasizing Adam's last name.  "And I will come see her any damn time I please!"

"That's where you're wrong, Hardy...she is done with you...that is exactly what she told me last night..."

"Yeah?  Was that before or after you were done banging her?!"

Adam made a move to take a swing at him, but Matt ducked away and took off down the hall, laughing aloud as he was evidently proud of himself for being so crafty.  Instead of chasing after him, the taller man slammed the door, locking it afterward.

As he turned around to face the diva, he noticed she had a slight smile on her pretty face.  "Thank you," she said as she gazed into his eyes.  Then, before Adam could reply or react, the young woman came up to him, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.  He put his arms around her and held on, not wanting to let go as he rubbed his chin against the top of her head and red hair.