// You may not have blown it \\
"Fuck!" Matt exclaimed, pulling his hand out of his shaving kit.
"What's wrong?" Trish asked, looking into the bathroom of her hotel room.
"I cut myself on my razor," Matt said, putting his hand under a stream of cold water. "Hurts like a bitch."
"You okay?" Trish asked, coming to examine the wound.
Matt looked at Trish, attending to his wound. Something about her just radiated beauty and love. He was scared to death he would defile the goodness she had worked so hard to attain. But he couldn't walk away from her.
"The bleeding is slowing," Trish said.
"That's good," Matt said. He bent his head and kissed the nape of her neck.
Trish smiled to herself at the touch of his lips to her skin. She felt vibrantly alive when he touched her. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Good morning," Trish whispered as she lightly kissed his lips.
"Morning beautiful," Matt said.
"You probably better get out of here soon so no one catches you," Trish said.
"Probably," Matt agreed, catching her lips in another kiss.
*
// Don't act like you don't know it \\
Edge stared at the ceiling above him, ignoring the hand playing circles on his chest. It had been a week and he still couldn't believe Trish was sleeping with Matt Hardy.
"Edge?" Lita whispered to him.
"Yeah?" Edge asked, tearing his focus away from the ceiling.
"Will you, I mean," Lita said, stammering.
"What is it Lita?" Edge asked.
"I, hm," Lita said. "No one has ever made me tell them exactly what I want."
"And I do?" Edge asked.
"You know you do," Lita said.
"What do you want?" Edge asked.
"If I kissed you could you take a hint?" Lita asked.
"Maybe this once," Edge said. He proceeded to have sex with Lita, but he thought about Trish and Matt the entire time.
*
// Tell me you need me \\
"Hey man," Matt said as he sat next to Edge at a dingy bar.
"I wanted to be alone," Edge said.
"Trish is worried about you," Matt said.
"Bullshit," Edge said. "She hates me. You on the other hand, she can't get enough of."
"Look Edge," Matt said. "It just happened. We didn't intend to fall for each other."
"She hates you Matt!" Edge said. "It seems suspicious that she just fell into your arms."
"I didn't seduce her Edge," Matt said. "Just because you never acted on this crush you seem to have on her doesn't mean she returns your feelings. But she does care about you."
"Right," Edge said, gulping down the whisky in front of him.
"She does," Matt said.
"I don't see her coming after me," Edge said.
"She's out there looking for you too," Matt said.
"Right," Edge said.
"Believe what you want to believe," Matt said.
"Why did you come look for me?" Edge asked.
"No matter what's in the past between us, you're helping me," Matt said. "I haven't really repaid you all that well. I just want you to know you can talk to me."
"That's rich," Edge snorted.
"I know," Matt said.
"Thanks," Edge said softly.
"Sure," Matt said. "Now lets go eat dinner with Trish."
*
// Don't it make you sad about it \\
Lita walked to the gorilla position, looking for Edge. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Trish talking with her the tall blonde man. She turned to walk away. She couldn't just attack Trish. That wouldn't look good. Plus, Trish wasn't actually doing anything with Edge. They were just talking. And they had been friends for a long time. Lita had only been seeing Edge for about two months.
"Hey guys," Lita said, walking up to Trish and Edge."
"Hey Lita," Trish said, smiling brightly at the redhead.
"Hey," Edge said lowly, letting Lita slip her arm around his waist. "What are you up to?"
"I was lonely in the locker room by myself," Lita said, leaning her head on Edge's shoulder. "I wanted to see you."
"That's sweet," Edge said. He looked at Trish, but she couldn't see the alarm in his eyes because of his sunglasses.
But Trish was looking at him with the same alarm.
*
// You didn't know all the ways I loved you \\
"She's really in love with him Matt," Trish said.
"What?" Matt asked after Trish shut the door to his dressing room.
"Lita is really in love with Edge," Trish said.
"That's hard to believe," Matt said.
"You have to see her with him," Trish said. "She's sweet and soft. Not the tomboy she always was with you. She really has feelings for him."
"Does he have feelings for her?" Matt asked.
"I don't know," Trish said. "He's been confused lately."
"What do you want to do?" Matt asked, coming to stand in front of the blonde woman who had come to mean so much to him.
"I want to do what you want to do," Trish said, looking into his eyes. "I know we've only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but I love you."
Matt stared at the woman in front of him. She was completely sincere. He could see the vulnerability and love in her eyes.
"Then we can call it all off," Matt said.
"We don't have to Matt," Trish said. "I know how she hurt you and she damaged so many of your relationships with other people."
"And I'm not going to let her ruin another one," Matt said. "And if I go through with this plan. If I force you to go through with it, I'm not sure you would ever say that to me again."
"Say what?" Trish asked.
"You know what," Matt said.
"I love you Matt," Trish said. Her mouth was covered with Matt's before she had finished saying the words.
"Fuck!" Matt exclaimed, pulling his hand out of his shaving kit.
"What's wrong?" Trish asked, looking into the bathroom of her hotel room.
"I cut myself on my razor," Matt said, putting his hand under a stream of cold water. "Hurts like a bitch."
"You okay?" Trish asked, coming to examine the wound.
Matt looked at Trish, attending to his wound. Something about her just radiated beauty and love. He was scared to death he would defile the goodness she had worked so hard to attain. But he couldn't walk away from her.
"The bleeding is slowing," Trish said.
"That's good," Matt said. He bent his head and kissed the nape of her neck.
Trish smiled to herself at the touch of his lips to her skin. She felt vibrantly alive when he touched her. She turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Good morning," Trish whispered as she lightly kissed his lips.
"Morning beautiful," Matt said.
"You probably better get out of here soon so no one catches you," Trish said.
"Probably," Matt agreed, catching her lips in another kiss.
*
// Don't act like you don't know it \\
Edge stared at the ceiling above him, ignoring the hand playing circles on his chest. It had been a week and he still couldn't believe Trish was sleeping with Matt Hardy.
"Edge?" Lita whispered to him.
"Yeah?" Edge asked, tearing his focus away from the ceiling.
"Will you, I mean," Lita said, stammering.
"What is it Lita?" Edge asked.
"I, hm," Lita said. "No one has ever made me tell them exactly what I want."
"And I do?" Edge asked.
"You know you do," Lita said.
"What do you want?" Edge asked.
"If I kissed you could you take a hint?" Lita asked.
"Maybe this once," Edge said. He proceeded to have sex with Lita, but he thought about Trish and Matt the entire time.
*
// Tell me you need me \\
"Hey man," Matt said as he sat next to Edge at a dingy bar.
"I wanted to be alone," Edge said.
"Trish is worried about you," Matt said.
"Bullshit," Edge said. "She hates me. You on the other hand, she can't get enough of."
"Look Edge," Matt said. "It just happened. We didn't intend to fall for each other."
"She hates you Matt!" Edge said. "It seems suspicious that she just fell into your arms."
"I didn't seduce her Edge," Matt said. "Just because you never acted on this crush you seem to have on her doesn't mean she returns your feelings. But she does care about you."
"Right," Edge said, gulping down the whisky in front of him.
"She does," Matt said.
"I don't see her coming after me," Edge said.
"She's out there looking for you too," Matt said.
"Right," Edge said.
"Believe what you want to believe," Matt said.
"Why did you come look for me?" Edge asked.
"No matter what's in the past between us, you're helping me," Matt said. "I haven't really repaid you all that well. I just want you to know you can talk to me."
"That's rich," Edge snorted.
"I know," Matt said.
"Thanks," Edge said softly.
"Sure," Matt said. "Now lets go eat dinner with Trish."
*
// Don't it make you sad about it \\
Lita walked to the gorilla position, looking for Edge. Her eyes narrowed when she saw Trish talking with her the tall blonde man. She turned to walk away. She couldn't just attack Trish. That wouldn't look good. Plus, Trish wasn't actually doing anything with Edge. They were just talking. And they had been friends for a long time. Lita had only been seeing Edge for about two months.
"Hey guys," Lita said, walking up to Trish and Edge."
"Hey Lita," Trish said, smiling brightly at the redhead.
"Hey," Edge said lowly, letting Lita slip her arm around his waist. "What are you up to?"
"I was lonely in the locker room by myself," Lita said, leaning her head on Edge's shoulder. "I wanted to see you."
"That's sweet," Edge said. He looked at Trish, but she couldn't see the alarm in his eyes because of his sunglasses.
But Trish was looking at him with the same alarm.
*
// You didn't know all the ways I loved you \\
"She's really in love with him Matt," Trish said.
"What?" Matt asked after Trish shut the door to his dressing room.
"Lita is really in love with Edge," Trish said.
"That's hard to believe," Matt said.
"You have to see her with him," Trish said. "She's sweet and soft. Not the tomboy she always was with you. She really has feelings for him."
"Does he have feelings for her?" Matt asked.
"I don't know," Trish said. "He's been confused lately."
"What do you want to do?" Matt asked, coming to stand in front of the blonde woman who had come to mean so much to him.
"I want to do what you want to do," Trish said, looking into his eyes. "I know we've only been seeing each other for a couple of months, but I love you."
Matt stared at the woman in front of him. She was completely sincere. He could see the vulnerability and love in her eyes.
"Then we can call it all off," Matt said.
"We don't have to Matt," Trish said. "I know how she hurt you and she damaged so many of your relationships with other people."
"And I'm not going to let her ruin another one," Matt said. "And if I go through with this plan. If I force you to go through with it, I'm not sure you would ever say that to me again."
"Say what?" Trish asked.
"You know what," Matt said.
"I love you Matt," Trish said. Her mouth was covered with Matt's before she had finished saying the words.