Yeupp, sorry.. I posted the wrong chapter. But here's this on in it's place, thanks for the notice!

I know, this one is short, but there wasn't much else to put in it... and anyways I'm sure you'll still enjoy it.

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much love, Candy

Chapter 7

As the very distant, tiny rays of sunshine shone through the dust-covered windows of Jeff's small cabin, Trish's eyelids fluttered open, welcoming the sight of the crimson sun peeking through the heavy clouds.

But as quickly as the sun had approached, the clouds swallowed up it's existence, covering North Carolina once again with a soft darkness.

Releasing a quiet little yawn, Trish picked her head up slightly from Jeff's chest as it rose and fell in rhythmic patters. He was still sleeping peacefully, his head turned the other way, one hand across her shoulders and the other on the ground, barley grazing his forehead.

The blanket that partially covered him had somehow slipped off during the night, and she gently, silently, brought it back up to cover each of their naked forms.

She thought about waking Jeff gently so they could go back to the house.

But quickly decided against it as she rested her head back on his warm his chest, smiling to herself when his hand subconsciously shifted itself on her shoulder.

But only a short moment later, against her mental protests, Jeff awoke slowly, his mind seemingly as confused as hers was at first. He glanced down at the little woman as she stared up at him with an innocent smile, and grazed his lips against her forehead.

"Mornin', baby."

Trish hummed softly, bringing a hand to toy with his strands of colorful hair, "Hey.."

Bringing her closer to him, Jeff wrapped his powerful arms around Trish's tiny form, without saying another word.

"Think Matt and Ashley know where we are?" She asked suddenly, breaking the soft silence. "We did sorta leave them hangin last night."

Shrugging as he sighed, the younger Hardy brought her lips to his, speaking to her in between kisses. "They've probably been wondering," He said. "But I don't think they think we're in here."

Trish laughed, swinging her bare leg over Jeff's waist, as if to claim him while she pulled him closer. "We're not telling them the truth, are we?"

"Noooooo," Jeff sat up, reaching beside him and grabbing his khakis from the floor, where they had remained since the night earlier. "We'll just tell them we got caught in the storm and slept here as we waited for it to end."

She nodded, sitting up also as she clutched the blanket tightly around her. "Are we.. ever going to tell them?"

Rising to put on his clothes, Jeff paused before he answered her, then reached down and tossed a few of her garments over to her. "Someday, baby. Let's just.. see where this goes for now."

Nodding absently, Trish slipped on her bra and top, then stood to put on everything else, keeping her eyes averted from Jeff's all the while. But it was something he noticed immediately as he gazed at her over his shoulder, sensing her hurt and distance.

Coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her seemingly perfect waist, Jeff hummed softly into her ear, hoping a smile would come to her. "There's nothing wrong with keeping it our little secret,"

Turning herself within his grasp to face him, Trish offered him a weak smile that barley turned the corners of her lips, running her hands down his face. "I know that," She whispered to him, "But for how long, baby?"

"As long as we need to," Kissing her lightly, Jeff took Trish's small palm into his and let her back through the cabin. "They'll find out when the time is right."