{You're the one I need
The way back home is always long
But if you're close to me
I'm holding on
You're the one I need
My real life has just begun
'Cause there's nothing like
Your smile made of sun
In a world of strangers
You're the one I know}

Amy lay awake in her hotel room bed, her eyes trained on her boyfriend as he slept.  He looked so peaceful, his breathing deep and regular, long blond hair fanned out on the pillow - almost like a halo.  And although at one time she'd seen Adam as a devil, a tempest - a thorn in her side - she now saw him as an angel - an angel she couldn't imagine living without.

She bit her lip as he suddenly stirred in his sleep, turning over onto his side to face her.  One of his arms reached over across the bed in the process.  His hand came to rest on her shoulder gripping it a little.

Amy's face brightened into a small smile as she turned slightly so that she was facing Adam.  She could feel his warm breath against her face, which comforted her.  It was hard to believe that, nine and a half months earlier, she had despised this beautiful man.

Although they'd been together that long, they hadn't yet spoken those three little but wonderful words: "I love you."  Back when they'd had their first encounter, in early November of last year, their coupling had had nothing to do with love.  The very idea of love ever existing between the two of them back them was just plain ludicrous.  She found it ironic - life was funny.

Amy's heart swelled with emotion as she continued to watch her sleeping boyfriend.  He made a soft, contented sound as he shifted again slightly, his fingers skimming her hair.

The redhead touched her fingers to her lips, kissed them, then placed her hand against his slightly parted lips.  "I love you, Adam Copeland," she whispered.

She continued to lay there, watching him sleep until there was suddenly a knocking at their hotel room door.  Amy looked up, turning her head in the direction, then, when another knock sounded, she rose from the bed, carefully and gently removing the Canadian's hand from her.  She tried to be extra cautious so as to not awaken him.

She grabbed her short, red satin robe from the foot of the bed and slipped into it, tying it securely as she padded to the door.  She ran a hand through her mussed auburn hair.

"Who is it?" she asked as softly as she could manage - so the person outside could hear her, but so that she wouldn't disturb the man still asleep in the bed.

"Amy, it's me - Matt."

Amy's eyes instantly widened, and she glanced around the room frantically.  Holy shit!  What was she going to do now?  Matt Hardy was nobody's fool - he knew her better than most anyone - he would know someone was in here with her.  And when he found out who...

"Just a minute!" she called in as loud a voice as she would dare.  She had to wake Adam up very carefully.  She threw her hands up in a helpless gesture before rushing back to the bed.

The redhead leaned across the bed, gently shaking Adam.  He could be a bit of a heavy sleeper, so she also gently slapped at his cheek.

His green eyes opened slowly, and he took in the vision of her before him.

"Mmm...good morning to you, too," he murmured happily, a soft smile spreading across his sleepy, handsome face.  He reached over to wrap his arms around her, pulling her on top of him.

Oh, damn! Amy thought.  He tended to be very affectionate, but also equally horny in the morning - so much so that it had become a regular thing for them to have sex first thing in the morning if they had the time - and sometimes even when they didn't.

"Adam," the diva whispered, "not now...you have to hide..."

He chuckled softly, which caused Amy to wince, then whispered, "How am I supposed to hide this?"  Her eyes followed his to gaze down at his throbbing erection.  "You'll have to take care of this for me..."

"I will - I promise," she whispered, glancing fearfully toward the door.  Matt had to be very suspicious by now.  "Later..."

"What's-"  Before the blond man could finish his question, he looked up at the knock and voice.

"Amy, come on!  What's taking you so long?"

Adam's eyes widened, his eyebrows quirking up a bit.  "Oh, God...I'm sorry, I didn't-" he whispered.

Amy got off him, pulling him up with her.  She led him quickly by the hand to the bathroom, gesturing for him to hide inside.

Clad only in a pair of striped boxers, he did as she instructed, then the redhead lifted a finger to her lips before quietly shutting the door.

She ran a hand through her long red locks before she unlocked the door.  As she opened it, she was met by the dark gaze of Matt.  The elder Hardy Boy glanced the room over before meeting her eyes.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Nothing...I just woke up."

Matt stepped past her just inside the room, not bothering to wait for an invitation.

"Ames, what's wrong?  You've been acting really strange for a long time now."

The diva swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat.  "What...what do you mean?"

"Why don't you tell me?" the dark-haired man said almost accusingly.  The expression on his face, in his brown eyes was just slightly angry.

"I don't know what you're talking about..."

The man glanced suspiciously around the room once more, noting something significant.  It was simple for him to put the pieces together, but he wasn't about to spell it out - that was her call.

Amy suddenly grew angry.  Who did Matt think he was?  He wasn't her brother, and he sure as hell wasn't her father.  And even if he were - so what?  She was an adult who could make her own choices in life.

"Matt, what exactly is it that you want?"

"Oh..." the man said, looking back at her.  "...I was looking for Jeff.  I thought he might have come here...do you know where he is?"

"No, I don't...I haven't seen him since last night," Amy replied.

"Oh...well, sorry for disturbing you," Matt said.  The suspicion still lingered in his eyes.  Amy didn't miss it, nor did she like it one bit.  It was times like this that she definitely didn't enjoy being Matt's friend.  He had a tendency to be way too overprotective, smothering and judgmental.

"Okay," she said.  "Listen, I'll catch you later."  She opened the door, holding it open for him.  Neither of them would be having a match at SummerSlam later that night, but they would still make an appearance on the pay-per-view.

The moment the elder Hardy brother stepped outside, Amy quickly shut and locked the door.  She ran both hands through her hair, exhaling a sharp breath as she surveyed the room.

"Oh, God..." she whispered.  At that same moment, the bathroom door opened and Adam stepped out to her.

"Wow...he sounded...weird," the tall man said softly.

"Yeah," she agreed as her eyes came to rest on a pair of Adam's blue jeans that lay on the back of the desk chair near the bed.  Oh, no!  She knew Matt had seen them - and it was more than obvious that they weren't hers.