She and Jeff had embraced with delight, and she had noticed that Matt was staring at her suspiciously.  She'd tried not to let it bother her, not to think about it - but as soon as they'd gotten backstage, she'd felt the need to get away.

She raked both hands through her long auburn hair as she sat on the black leather couch, trying to collect herself.

"Hey, are you all right?"

The redhead looked up to see Trish standing beside the couch, a look of concern on the blonde woman's face.

"Yeah...I guess so," she replied.

"What's wrong?" Trish asked.  She sat down beside her friend.

"Two words," Amy told her.  "Matt Hardy..."

"Oh...I hear you.  He's still on your case, huh?"

"Yeah...and I doubt he'll ever just leave it alone - like he should."

"Don't let him intimidate you," the petite blonde stated.  "Be strong."

"I will," Amy promised, a weak smile coming to her face.  "Adam and I even had a silly little spat in front of him before the tag match.  I don't think it worked this time, though.  He looked so unconvinced - but...whatever."  She stood up.  "I have to go congratulate Adam for real."

"Okay," the little Canadian said with a small smile.  "See you later."

*

Adam ran his hand through his damp long blond hair as he went to answer the door.  His eyes lit up as he saw her standing there.

"Hi."  She smiled at his appearance - his damp hair, blue jeans, and his black shirt still unbuttoned, giving her a deliciously alluring view of his gorgeous chest and abs.

The tall Canadian gently pulled Amy into the room by her hand, shutting the door behind her.  In an instant, his hands were at her waist, his intense eyes locked with hers, and he gently pressed her up against the door, lowering his mouth to hers.

God... Whenever he kissed her, touched her, every one of her senses seemed to be heightened.  The passion and intensity between them was like a livewire - always had been.  Oh, God... She loved him so very much.  She just wanted to consume him, and for him to consume her, the way a flame would meld with a candle, melting together.

She moved her arms a bit, her hands unclasping from behind his neck to tangle into his soft gold hair.  She pulled back slightly so as to gaze up into his emerald eyes with a gentle expression on her lovely face.

"Congratulations on your U.S. title win earlier, by the way."

Adam chuckled, his face pressed into her fragrant hair.

"Thanks...sorry about putting you on the spot before," he said with a half-smile.

"I'm pretty sure Matt knows about us, Adam..."  As he gazed down into her face almost questioningly, she nodded.  "...I'm convinced he definitely knows now."

"Who cares about Matt Hardy?" the blond said.  "Amy, the only thing that matters to me is you."

She smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling as she gently pulled his head down to hers, and their kiss was even more passionate this time around.

After a moment, the tall Canadian lifted his head from hers, a sweet smile on his handsome face.  He reached for her hand, placing a tender kiss on the back of it before speaking.

"Since we're both finished for the night here, what do you say we split?"

"Sounds good to me," she said, and their hands still clasped, she ran the pad of her thumb over the side of his much larger hand.  "Wait - isn't your appearance at Rob Zombie's concert supposed to be aired tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" Adam said.

Two weeks earlier, he had attended a Rob Zombie concert while in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and had been onstage singing some backup vocals during his new theme song, "Never Gonna Stop."

He'd wanted Amy to accompany him to the show, and she'd wanted to go with him as well, but for appearance's sake, she hadn't gone.  Instead, Jay had attended the concert with him and had stayed in the audience while Adam had been onstage.

"We can catch the rest of RAW back at the hotel," he suggested as he released her hand to wrap his arms around her again, nuzzling her neck a little.  "I think they were going to be playing that later in the show."

"Okay," she said softly, a tiny smile touching her lips.

"Well, we can watch it if we're not too busy doing something else," the Canadian said, moving his hands from the redhead's waist to her face.

As she giggled softly, he said, "Well, at least we can still listen to it."  He placed his lips on hers again, his tongue slipping between her teeth and prodding at her own.

Amy held tightly to him, her arms tightening around his neck.  God, she loved this man.  As she'd told Jeff, she couldn't imagine her life without him.