Dawn Marie and, incidentally or not, Rey Mysterio, stuck around with them the longest.  Finally, the brunette claimed exhaustion to the point of being unable to keep her eyes open for much longer.

"Hey, Dawn...I'll walk you up to your room," Mysterio said with a smile.  Obviously, because he wasn't in the ring, he wasn't wearing his mask, and his adorable dimples showed when he grinned at the diva.

"I think I'll take you up on that - thanks, Rey."  After the two said happy birthday to the blond man again and then exchanged goodnights with him and Amy, they left.

Adam and the redhead soon returned to their own room, and once inside, the tall Canadian eyed the woman with wonder.

"I still can't believe you did that..."

"Did what?" she asked innocently, gazing up at him with her big hazel eyes, a small smile on her lovely face.

"That party...that was great," he said, a grin on his handsome face.  "You had me totally fooled!"

"Yeah, well...I did have a little help."

"I know Dawn Marie had a hand in it..."

"You're right," the redhead said, nodding.  "So did Rey."

"Hey did?" the blond asked.

"Remember when he took you out training earlier?  Dawn was out getting the cake, and we brought it down to the cafe while you guys were out."

"You don't say..."  He smiled brightly, his green eyes fixed on her face.  He'd known how sweet she was, but she was even more so than he'd thought.  He felt his heart thumping faster as she held his gaze, a soft smile still on her face.

After a beat, the redhead tilted her head to the right, her brow furrowing in a small grimace.  She reached back to rub at her neck, and the blond man winced a little, swallowing hard as he watched her.

"Let me..."  Adam came over to the bed, sitting on its edge as he looked up at her.  "Come here..."  He patted the space on the bed between his legs, directing her to come over and sit.

Amy bit her lip at the anticipation of being in such a spot - between his legs - and having the tall blond man's hands on her.  Without a word, she strode over, coming to sit directly in front of him, the outsides of her thighs touching the insides of his.  And then she felt his hands on her...

The redhead closed her eyes as she felt Adam gently move her long hair to one side.  Afterward, his large warm hands touched her neck, feather soft, so lightly at first that she wasn't positive he was really touching her.

The Canadian began to knead the muscles of the diva's delicate, graceful neck, gently at first, and then, when seh didn't issue any protests, he did it a little harder.

Adam continued to massage her, and the sensation of touching Amy like this was so intense his pulse quickened.  He moved his face closer to hers, inhaling deeply, the scent of the redhead's shampoo intoxicating to him.  She smelled like honeysuckle and lilacs.

Amy let out a soft sigh, her eyes still closed, and she leaned back a bit, into his touch.

Adam slowly slid his hands from the woman's neck to her shoulders, and he gently massaged them.  She emitted a nearly inaudible sound of pleasure as she felt a soft lock of his fine blond hair tickle the base of her neck, a delicious chill shuddering through her.

Oh, God... Adam held his breath for a beat as he thought about how much he wanted her.  He wanted Amy so badly he could just about taste it.

And then, the diva let out a different kind of sound, and the tall blond Canadian could hear the pain in her voice.  Abruptly, he stopped massaging her, his hands still on her shoulders, allowing his face to linger near her head.  He wanted in the worst way to kiss her, to take her.  But he didn't want to hurt her - she was obviously already hurting enough.

Adam moved around her on the bed, pushing himself away from her, and Amy looked up at him questioningly as he walked away.  "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Her heart was in her eyes as she gazed at him, and because he looked away for a split second, he missed the wince that crossed her face.