Natalie woke up next to Adam the next morning and blushed, but not sure why. He said he loved her, and she
said it back. The smile couldn't be wiped off her face all day. She walked into the hotel restaurant, and had
breakfast with Adam. 'Where's the next show?' she asked, taking a drink of coffee. 'Uh..' Adam said, taking a
drink himself, 'Tennessee. But that's not so far from where we are now, so it's cool. It shouldn't hurt your
back too much.'. Natalie smirked. 'Adam, I had sex with a slipped disc in my back. I'm pretty sure I can
handle an hour's car journey.'. He smiled, at least her shyness on the subject was gone now.
They went to the gym, and while he did his regular training, she stood by, lifting teeny weights and praying
that soon she would get better. She'd only been in that ring for real once, but now she wanted to be back
more than anything. Adam finished up, and approached her. 'Missing it huh?' he asked, snaking an arm around her
waist, being careful of her back. She nodded and buried her head into his chest.
Backstage, Adam had his last match of the week. He kissed her before he went out, and she watched him on the small
monitor in the locker room. She caught a hand sneaking round the door in the corner of her eye. She walked over to
the door (her back not permitting her to run), and looked down the corridor. No one. Strange... she thought. She looked
where the hand had gone. A small note was posted in Adam's locker. She tugged at it, and it fell free. She opened it
up, curious, and read. It was a handwritten note, no denying a female's handwriting, and was on a small piece of
paper. She read.
Leave her Adam. You're all mine and you always will be.
Crazed fan! Natalie thought, and shoved it back in his locker without thinking. She watched the rest of the show and
when Adam came in, he noticed the note. 'What's this?' he said, pulling it out. She shrugged. 'Some note from a
fan, I bet.'. He opened and read it, then bit his lip. 'Natalie, I'm gonna be honest with you.' he said, her expression
turning to confusion. 'What? What is it? You're not dumping me coz of a note are you?'. 'No!' he said, screwing the note
up. 'It's just...this ain't a fan.'.
said it back. The smile couldn't be wiped off her face all day. She walked into the hotel restaurant, and had
breakfast with Adam. 'Where's the next show?' she asked, taking a drink of coffee. 'Uh..' Adam said, taking a
drink himself, 'Tennessee. But that's not so far from where we are now, so it's cool. It shouldn't hurt your
back too much.'. Natalie smirked. 'Adam, I had sex with a slipped disc in my back. I'm pretty sure I can
handle an hour's car journey.'. He smiled, at least her shyness on the subject was gone now.
They went to the gym, and while he did his regular training, she stood by, lifting teeny weights and praying
that soon she would get better. She'd only been in that ring for real once, but now she wanted to be back
more than anything. Adam finished up, and approached her. 'Missing it huh?' he asked, snaking an arm around her
waist, being careful of her back. She nodded and buried her head into his chest.
Backstage, Adam had his last match of the week. He kissed her before he went out, and she watched him on the small
monitor in the locker room. She caught a hand sneaking round the door in the corner of her eye. She walked over to
the door (her back not permitting her to run), and looked down the corridor. No one. Strange... she thought. She looked
where the hand had gone. A small note was posted in Adam's locker. She tugged at it, and it fell free. She opened it
up, curious, and read. It was a handwritten note, no denying a female's handwriting, and was on a small piece of
paper. She read.
Leave her Adam. You're all mine and you always will be.
Crazed fan! Natalie thought, and shoved it back in his locker without thinking. She watched the rest of the show and
when Adam came in, he noticed the note. 'What's this?' he said, pulling it out. She shrugged. 'Some note from a
fan, I bet.'. He opened and read it, then bit his lip. 'Natalie, I'm gonna be honest with you.' he said, her expression
turning to confusion. 'What? What is it? You're not dumping me coz of a note are you?'. 'No!' he said, screwing the note
up. 'It's just...this ain't a fan.'.