Author's note: Hey all! Just a quick note to say sorry this is a bit late considering the date mentioned in the story and a little rough round the edges. This has been floating around in my head for a while and I had to get it out of my system! By the way, anyone who has been reading my other story, "Never Play With Fire", apologies that it hasn't been updated, it will be soon - thanks for your lovely reviews so far. If you haven't been reading it - why not?!? Just kidding, LOL! Anyways, please R 'n' R, it would be much appreciated! And oh yeah - I don't own any of the wrestlers, but I do own Tammy. Now, on with the story!

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On a cold, wet February morning, the sound of raindrops drumming on the window intruded upon the silent tranquility of the sleeping figure in the large double bed. Shifting restlessly in her sleep, she snuggled further under the covers for warmth but failed to find any. Her long lashes flickered and she opened her emerald eyes, sleepily pushing dark red waves off her face and yawning. Still not fully awake and with a slight smile, caused by the recollection of the night's dream, playing on her lips, she turned onto her other side, only for her face to fall. The comforting fantasy woven by her dream was shattered and replaced by the harsh reality that she was still alone.

It was just under two months since the last time she had seen her boyfriend, Terry, but it seemed like a lot longer. They had been together for over two years and while she accepted that travelling the country was an inevitable part of his job as a professional wrestler, she had not expected him to be sent as far as Japan or for so long. This was the longest they had been apart and she was finding it particularly difficult. Of course they had kept in almost constant contact through telephone and e-mail, but nothing could compensate for not having him with her.

However, as she became more awake, she suddenly realised that this was not just any ordinary day. This was February 13th, the day before Valentine's Day, but, for her, more important was the fact that this was the day that Terry was coming home, and for two whole weeks. In fact, she had only a couple of hours in which to get ready and drive to the airport to meet him. Then they were going to drive far away from the city, to a holiday home belonging to her aunt, where she would have Terry all to herself with no worries about work or anything else for the two weeks. Well, one week, at least - then they would be joined by some of the other wrestlers with whom they were close friends; but she wouldn't mind that in the least as long as she was with Terry.

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