PART 7
BACK UPSTAIRS
Adam glanced up from the Sports Section of the newspaper he was reading when he heard the doorknob of his hotel room jiggling. He put the paper down, hoping that the tiny blonde that had stayed with him the previous night was the one at the door. Surely enough, Britney pushed the door open, making her way in with a bag filled with enough food to feed a small army. He knew that the tiny McMahon, although she had quite an appetite, could never finish that much food alone.
"Hey, where are the troops?" Adam asked jokingly. She let out a small giggle and an even smaller smile before she put the bag down on the counter.
"Very funny. I was ACTUALLY bringing the food up for the two of us, not an army," she said. When the Canadian laughed and nodded, she continued, "Speaking of armies, I was half-expecting you to send troops out looking for me… seeing as how I wasn't back in 2.5 seconds."
Adam smiled, "Oh, but I was about to… until I found your note. Then I decided to settle down… again." He gestured to the pulled out sofa bed over against the wall.
It was when she handed him a full plate of food that he noticed for the first time that she had developed quite a shiner under her left eye. Dropping his plate on the counter, he walked over to her. He tilted her face upward, thankful that she didn't refuse to move like she had the night before. Very slowly and tentatively, he ran a finger across her cheekbone, frowning at the sight of her bluish-black bruise.
Britney questioned his expression, "Is it really THAT horrible?"
Suddenly, a small grin formed on the tall man's face as he replied, "Nah… not really. Come on, let's eat."
Picking up their plates, they sauntered over to the couch bed and sat up straight against the back of the couch. As the TV played in the background, the two of them ate. Well, Adam did, anyway. After the scene she just made in front of Mark and the others, she had pretty much lost her appetite. She felt almost sick at how she blew her friends off, especially for the way she talked to Mark, but was also convinced that there was no other way she could have reacted. Adam's glance rested on her as she pushed the food on her plate from side to side. She had been so quiet the entire time, which made Adam worry.
"Are you okay? You're so quiet," he said, instantly feeling like a complete ass. Of course she's quiet, she got the shit kicked out of her by her own boyfriend only a few hours ago. Yet another smooth move, Adam.
"Yeah, I just… well, I kinda had a little run-in downstairs," she said quietly.
Adam's eyes widened, "With Brock?!"
She shook her head, "No, no! With Mark. He saw me… and my bruise. Needless to say, he knew where it came from, got angry, and I once again defended a man I absolutely hate." Adam let out an inaudible sigh of relief. He had never heard her say she actually hated Lesnar before, and he almost smiled at it.
"I know I've said this a million times, but you are too good for him. You HAVE to leave him before he does anything worse than what he did last night," he pleaded.
Shaking her head, Britney crossed her legs, sitting Indian-style. "I don't think he'd do anything worse than what he did last night," she assured him, though she didn't sound too sure of anything herself. Adam frowned, he was hoping that the comment she made about Brock a minute ago meant she was coming to her senses.
"But you ALSO thought Brock would never kick you out, and he did. Please, at least go to Vince," he requested, eyes pleading.
"No," she answered flatly.
"Britney," he said sternly, "you promised me you would go to Vince the next time this happened."
She shifted slightly before she turned to answer, "I ALSO told you that I wasn't making any guarantees. Besides, you've seen how Brock has Vince and now Eric wrapped around his finger… it wouldn't work." Adam ran his hands through his long blonde hair, trying to prepare an answer for her.
"I-I… alright. But at least dump Brock. Do it for yourself, but if that's not reason enough, do it for Amy and Steph and Jeff and Chris and… well, for me," he begged. She turned away from him, staring at a wall.
"I… I want to, Adam. I REALLY want to, but I… I don't know," she trailed off.
Placing a hand on her knee, he asked her, "If you WANT to leave, why don't you just up and do it?"
She shrugged, "I don't know really. I guess it's because I know if I dumped Brock he'd be on my ass all the time trying to get me back. You saw how quickly I went back this time. I-I'm scared of him… I don't feel safe alone anymore. I guess in some perverse way, I feel safer when I'm WITH him because as long as I'm there there's a better chance he won't do anything to me."
Adam's heart broke at the sight of her, her eyes casting downward to the floor. She honestly felt that there was no safer place she could be than with a man who, well… who abused her. Adam decided that it was time for him to stop being such a pussy, for Britney's sake and safety. He had to take Jay's advice, suck it up, and tell her that HE loved her, more than Brock ever would. He knew that as long as she was with him, Brock Lesnar could not, and would not, hurt her. He was going to personally see to it that that NEVER happened again.
"W-would you feel safe with me?" he asked, catching Britney off guard.
"What?" she asked him to repeat.
"I want to know if you feel safe with me," he said steadily, trying his damn hardest to keep his voice from wavering. Britney thought about his question. I guess I DO feel kind of safe with him. Who the hell was she kidding? She felt completely safe and secure with him, in his arms. She knew she belonged WITH Adam, but she couldn't escape the thought of belonging TO Brock. Britney looked up and met his eyes, which were staring at her intensely.
"Yes, I do. I-I feel safe with you," she said slowly. Adam had to struggle to keep the huge grin from forming on his face.
"So then you can stay with me," he told her.
"What?" she asked again.
"You can leave Brock. If you're afraid to be alone… stay with me." He hoped to God that she would accept his offer. Britney couldn't help but be a little shocked at Adam's request. Did he just ask me to share a room with him? Looking in his eyes once more as he awaited her answer, she realized the emotion that was behind them ------ pity. Suddenly, she felt a little sick to her stomach. He feels bad for me… that's why he's helping me. Here she was, completely in love with this mean, and he pitied her.
"No, that's alright," she said reluctantly. "I don't want to burden you. I'll be okay."
Patting her knee softly, he responded, "But you wouldn't be a burden to me."
Sighing, she continued, "I really appreciate it, Adam. I just don't think it's fair for you to have to go to all this trouble for me."
"But it's no trouble at all! I know that I would feel better if you were with me," he said, shaking his head. Cocking her head to the side, she hesitated for a moment.
"I… I just don't know if I can do it, that's all," she said sadly.
"YES, you can. Brit, you HAVE to leave, you know that. And if you're nervous about being alone, well… I promise you that you will never be alone again," he pleaded, failing to keep his voice steady this time. Britney could now tell, by the tone of his voice, that the look in his eyes was not pity… he genuinely cared about her. He WANTED to help her, and he didn't want anything in return.
"Will… will you help me?" she asked hopefully.
Adam's face finally broke out into grin, "Of course I will." Britney couldn't help but smile at him, for caring about her so much. Her smile caused his to grow wider. His smile faded when he saw that her eyes had filled with tears. Jumping slightly, he hung his arm over her shoulder.
"What's the matter?" he asked, moving his hand to softly stroke her hair.
Shaking her head, she managed a small smile, "Nothing. It's just that I… I feel safe here with you. I feel like I meant to be here in this room with you. I finally feel like… well, like I belong." Adam could feel his heart swell, and wasn't sure if it was out of pride, or because it was beating so hard and fast that he thought it would pop out of his chest. Do it now, he thought, kiss her.
Ignoring his thoughts, he told her, "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. I WANT you to feel that way, because you DO belong here."
Her smile grew a little wider, "Why are treating me so… so well?" He shifted their bodies so that she was sitting on the edge of the sofa bed, with him kneeling on the floor in front of her.
"Honey, I treat you the way you DESERVE to be treated. You deserve to be treated like a queen. As far as I'm concerned, you ARE one," he told her, covering her hands with his.
Britney couldn't believe her ears. That was the sweetest thing ANY man had ever said to her, and she couldn't control the tears from falling down her cheeks once more. Their eyes met, and Adam wiped some of the tears away. As Britney gave him a huge grin, the first real smiled he's seen from her in weeks, the voice in Adam's head went off again. Kiss her, damnit. If you have any balls at all, you will suck up your fears and just kiss her. Deciding it was now or never, Adam slowly leaned forward. His lips were mere inches away from hers, when he heard the door open. Guess that means it's never.
"Door's open, we're coming in!" Mark's voice yelled from the other room.
"Alright," Adam called. Why don't you just INVITE yourself in?! Adam silently cursed Mark for interrupting what could have been the greatest moment in his entire life. Britney snapped out of her daze to see Mark, along with Kurt, Rob, and Sara walking into the room. Upon seeing the Adam and Britney sitting inches away from each other, hands clutched together, Rob immediately felt guilty. He sensed that, even though the others hadn't seemed to notice, that they had walked in and interrupted something.
"Uh, we can come back later if you want," he said, sending Adam an apologetic look. The two of them communicated through their eyes, Adam sending Rob a look telling him that he understood what he meant, and that it was okay for them to be there.
After a moment of silence, Adam spoke, "It's alright guys. What's up?" The four of them walked in, grabbing seats in the armchairs spread across the room.
"I need to have a talk with you," Mark started, pointing in the direction of Britney and Adam. Britney slowly turned to face him, and Mark winced as he again saw the bruise on her cheek.
"Look, Mark, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to blow up at you, I just…"
"Not you, him," Mark said to her, gesturing to Adam.
Adam raised an eyebrow, "Me? What did I do?" He suddenly became a little nervous, because he knew how protective Mark was of Britney. If Mark had heard anything to make him believe he was a danger to Britney, the Canadian knew he was in for an ass kicking.
Shaking his head, Mark replied, "Nothing. I just need to talk to you about something."
Britney could tell by the look in Mark's eyes that he wanted her out so he could talk to Adam withOUT her in the room. She didn't know what Mark was up to, but she decided that it couldn't be too mischievous. Untwining her hands from Adam's, she stood up, "I think I'm gonna go visit Steph." When Adam tugged at her hand, she sent him a look that he understood meant she was okay, and that he didn't need to worry about her or Mark. He let her go and she walked out the door, saying goodbye and apologizing once more for the incident earlier.
* * * * *
Once they heard the door click shut, Mark turned to face Adam again. "I'm not gonna beat around the bush. I came here to talk to you about us stomping the piss out of Brock Lesnar," Mark stated matter-of-factly.
"As much as I'd love to Mark, and you know I would, I don't think Britney would be too fond of that idea," Adam said calmly. Adam had known Mark for about 6 years, and sometimes he wondered who was the more mature of the two of them.
"To be honest kid, Brit would defend that punk no matter what he does to her," the older man said.
"If you came in here 20 minutes ago, I would agree with you. But not anymore," Adam said confidently, glance shifting between Mark and the other three who hadn't yet spoken.
"Dude, what? What do you mean 'not anymore'?" Rob chimed in.
Mark raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, what DO you mean?"
Adam's face remained confident as he replied, "I talked to Britney… just now… and after what happened, she said she's… she's leaving Brock."
"So? I don't trust him! That son of a bitch will hunt her down and get her when she's alone…"
"She WON'T be alone! I offered to let her stay with me, and that's what she's going to do," Adam interrupted.
After he figured his comment, Adam half expected to receive hours of interrogation and lecturing about keeping Britney with him. The Canadian knew that Mark liked and trusted him, but he was just SO damn protective of Britney. He laughed to himself as he pictured Mark laying out guidelines for him while she stayed with him. Okay, be with her at all times, but you can't be WITH her. There better be two beds in these hotel rooms. Do not, under any circumstances, break my rules… or I will be forced to take action… Luckily for Adam, Mark's cell phone rang, so he had to take the call. After ending the short conversation, Mark flipped the cover of his phone shut and stood.
"Come on Rob. McMahon wants to see us. Something about a tag match… or angle, whatever. Just come on," he said as Mr. Monday Night stood. After saying goodbye to Kurt and Adam, Sara followed her husband and Rob out of the room. Adam almost forgot Kurt was still in the room with him, until his Olympic buddy spoke.
"Okay, explain. How in hell did you get her to leave?" Kurt asked curiously.
Adam shrugged, "I don't know, man. All I know is that I'm so happy she's doing it." The two men sat in silence for a couple minutes, the TV still playing in the background. "She trusts me. She said she feels safe with me," Adam said suddenly, breaking the silence.
"I'm honestly not surprised Adam. I've been wanting to help her out for a while, but for some reason I just felt that it was in your hands. I know you wouldn't let her get hurt," Kurt told his friend.
Adam smiled at his friend, "You know, I was about two and a half inches away from kissing her… until YOU people showed up."
The Olympian chuckled softly, "Now THAT does surprise me. You mean you got over that fear of rejection of yours?"
"YES, I did," Adam said, playfully flipping him off. Then, Adam's tone grew more serious. "Maybe it's better off that way. I mean, you saw her run out of here when you came in. I probably scared her off," the blonde man said dejectedly.
"I don't know Adam. I think it will happen soon enough. Just remember that she's extremely vulnerable right now. Regardless of what she says, she probably DOESN'T totally trust you, and that's okay. Prove to her that she can trust you, and when you do, she'll come to you. Let her come to you when she's ready. I know she will," Kurt told him.
Adam sighed loudly, "I hope you're right, Kurt."
STEPHANIE MCMAHON'S HOTEL ROOMBritney made it to the hotel suite that Stephanie was staying in. She couldn't get that grin off her face. She knew that Adam wanted to kiss her, she could just feel it. She suspected that he would have, too, if Mark, Sara, Rob, and Kurt hadn't barged in.
Knocking on the door, she heard the brunette call from the inside, "Just a minute!" She heard some locks jiggling around, and then her cousin appeared at the doorway.
"Oh my god!" Stephanie cried upon seeing her cousin. Her reaction caused Britney's smile to fade.
"Uh, hey to you too. What was that for?" she questioned, walking into the room. Grabbing her hand, Stephanie led the blonde to a couch and sat down with her.
"What the hell happened to your face?!" she asked, shocked.
"My… face? I don't… oh!" Britney exclaimed, suddenly recalling the bruise on her right cheek. The Billion Dollar Princess studied her cousin intently, gently running her finger over the mark.
"Is there really even a point in me asking where THIS came from?" the brunette questioned rhetorically.
Britney laughed softly, "I guess not." Stephanie was confused at the grin on her cousin's face. He must have hit her harder that usual, she thought sarcastically.
"Sorry if I sound rude hun, but how the fuck is this amusing?" she asked, almost angrily.
Smile fading slightly, Britney replied, "Okay, maybe Brock hitting me isn't something to be smiling about. But it being OVER is."
Stephanie didn't quite understand, "But…"
"Don't but me. It's over. I'm leaving Brock today," Britney informed her, her smile growing again.
"Brit, this is… you're WHAT?! You're leaving? That's wonderful! I'm so proud of you!" Stephanie exclaimed, grin forming on her face as well.
Britney nodded, "Yeah, but I think you should be more proud of Adam than me. He convinced me to go through with it." Stephanie's eyes widened a little at the mention of the Canadian's name. And he's a God to me right now. I knew she'd never leave on her own, so thank God for that man. Stephanie had always known that Britney absolutely loved Adam, and from what Jay told her, Adam felt exactly the same way. If only these two could see how in love they are.
"I think he almost kissed me, Steph," Britney said, causing Stephanie to snap out of her daze. Stephanie eyed her cousin knowingly.
"Then… why didn't he?" she asked, a sudden wave of uneasiness washing over her. What if something went really wrong? Damn you Stephanie Marie, why do you ALWAYS have to be so nosy?
"Well, Mark and a couple people kinda walked in," Britney said, blushing a little.
"That's embarrassing, did they know that they walked in on something?" the brunette asked curiously.
"Rob definitely did. Sara and Kurt might have too, but I'm not sure. But I don't think Mark did, and even if he DID, he didn't seem to care too much," Britney told her, giggling.
Stephanie laughed softly as well, "You really just need to jump that man… Adam, I mean. You two are both too shy for your own damn good. You really should… shit!" she suddenly cursed.
"What is it?" Britney asked, concerned. "I was supposed to meet Jay downstairs 15 minutes ago!" A childish twinkle formed in Britney's eye.
"Ooh no! Steffie's late for her date with her schmoopie Jay-Jay!" she said in a third grade sing-songish voice.
"Ha, ha. I'm sorry Brit, but I really have to go," Stephanie told her. "Just let yourself out whenever." With that said, she practically flew out the door.
Britney stretched her legs, deciding that she should get back to save Adam from Mark's clutches. As she made her way to the door, the makeup bag on the vanity across the room caught her eye. She walked over to it, hoping to find something to cover the nasty bruise on her face up in case she were to run into anyone else. She knew her cousin wouldn't mind, as they had always shared makeup in the past. She remembered fondly how Shane used to pick on them because they were two rich girls who had to rely on each other for clothes and makeup. Digging through the bag, she pulled out a bottle of foundation. She carefully applied it to her bruise, until it was completely invisible. Exhaling with satisfaction as she put the concealer away, she made her out of Stephanie's hotel suite.
BACK AT ADAM'S ROOMKurt and Adam, now joined by Matt, Amy, Trish, Jeff, and Chris, were all seated throughout Adam's room. The other five had shown up at his door, "dying of boredom," as Chris had put it. They were planning on spending their day off out somewhere until they got to the lobby and discovered that it was pouring. They were watching Dude, Where's My Car, one of the group's personal favorites. Suddenly, the door pushed open, and Britney walked in.
"Hey!" they all said, happy to be seeing her alone for the first time in awhile. Every time I've seen her in the last few weeks, she's been attached to the arm of Lesnar, Chris thought to himself as he smiled at her. Amy, who was seated next to the self proclaimed King of the World, nudged him in the ribs, snapping Jericho back into reality.
"Get up," she mouthed to him, gesturing to the other blonde Canadian next to Chris. Eyeing Adam for a minute, Chris stood, instructing Britney to sit where he had been, between Amy and Adam.
"Hey Brit, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" Amy said excitedly, hugging her best friend.
"Yeah, I was… busy." Suddenly uncomfortable, Britney fidgeted around on the couch.
Her eyes darted around a little, until Adam gently placed a hand on her knee, seeming to instantly calm her down. The smile he sent her was small, but was plenty big enough to make her feel a lot better. Focusing on the movie, the group settled into their seats and got quiet. Adam, whose hand still rested on Britney's knee, was a pretty content man. This is how life is SUPPOSED to be. As he studied the young blonde's face closely, he noticed that the bruise on her right cheek had completely vanished.
Leaning over, he tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "Where's your bruise?"
Giggling softly, she turned to face him, "Oh, the magic of cover-up."
They both looked into each other's eyes, suddenly realizing how extremely close their faces were. Neither of them seemed to notice that there was anyone else in the room, until Amy shifted in her seat, causing Britney to jerk back. Adam backed up as well, glancing around thankfully that no one seemed to notice that somewhat embarrassing moment. Unbeknownst to him, Kurt was trying hard to contain a smile. If only those two could see how crazy they are about each other. About 45 minutes later, the movie had ended.
Chris stood and stretched, yawning loudly as he said, "Guess I better go call the wife, or she might think I'm leaving for a more attractive woman. I'll see you guys later tonight."
After he exited, everyone else began to leave little by little. First Trish, then Matt, and then Jeff and Kurt, until only Adam, Amy, and Britney remained. Moving to a different couch and settling back, Amy started to reminisce. So much had changed in her relationship with Adam and Britney over the last few weeks. She rarely saw Britney, and that caused Amy not to see as much of Adam as much either. Well, they still hung out and had a few heart to hearts, but Britney was what actually brought the two together. I guess we all have Brock Lesnar to thank for this. The thought of Brock Lesnar made the diva wonder why Britney was even with her and Adam. She knew that Lesnar didn't particularly like her or Adam, and he would never ALLOW Britney to hang out with them.
"Hey Brit? Where's Brock?" the redhead asked, pretending not to notice Adam flinch slightly at his name.
"Don't know. And quite frankly, Ames, I don't care anymore," Britney stated boldly.
"Well than, I must missed something pretty big. What the hell happened?" Amy asked anxiously.
Britney cast her eyes down for a moment, and when Adam put his arm around her shoulder, she looked up again. Swallowing hard, she decided that Amy WAS her best friend, so she had to tell her. "I'm gonna tell you the story, but you have to PROMISE not to tell anyone, not even Matt," Britney requested. Amy nodded, and gestured for her to continue. Britney swallowed hard yet again before taking a deep breath and telling the entire story…..
"And that's when I decided to take Adam up on his offer to let me stay with him," Britney finished. Amy was wide-eyed and completely silent as she looked at her friend.
"Oh my god, I… wow, you're a good man, Copeland," the redhead said gratefully.
"I try, Red. Now, what do you say we watch another movie? For old time's sake," Adam suggested, and the two divas nodded, each smiling. About an hour later, Amy glanced back to see that Britney had fallen asleep, her head resting in Adam's lap.
Looking up, her eyes met his and Adam put a finger to his lips, whispering, "She… kinda had a long night." Amy understood, sending the two a warm smile.
"So… how long till you two lovebirds become an ACTUAL couple?" she asked playfully.
"I… I'm not rushing anything Ames. I… I don't want to scare her away. I won't mess up this time like I did with Alanah," Adam told her, his tone serious and even a little wistful. Amy sighed quietly.
"Adam, I've TOLD you before, what happened between you and Alanah was HER fault, not yours," she reassured him. Amy knew that Alanah, specially code-named the *other*, was not a subject that Adam discussed with Britney, or hardly anyone for that matter. From what Adam told her, which Amy believed with all her heart was true, the *other* was nothing but a jealous bitch. "Adam, if you'd just take a chance, Britney could see how amazingly wonderful you are, if she doesn't already," Amy continued. Adam looked down at the sleeping beauty in his lap.
"You think so?" he asked, unsure of himself.
"I know so," Amy said, standing and stretching. "I'm gonna go see what Matt is up to, alright?"
Adam nodded, "Alright. See you later Ames." Making her way to the door, the redhead turned to face him.
"Tell her, Adam," she said in a demanding tone before letting herself out.
Adam sighed softly, resting his head back against the couch. She makes it sound so easy. Sighing once more, Adam reached down to brush the hair off of Britney's face. I know I have to tell her the REAL reason the engagement was broken off, but I just don't know HOW.
ABOUT AN HOUR AND ½ LATER
Britney slowly opened her eyes, turning over on to her side on the couch. Her eyes opened fully when she heard a man's voice.
"Hey you. Time to get up sleepyhead," Adam said sweetly, walking over and kneeling next to her.
Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Britney asked, "What time is it?"
Glancing at the clock, Adam answered, "About 5:30. Come on, I went downstairs and got us some dinner."
Sitting up, Britney raised an eyebrow at him, "What did you do that for?"
Smiling at her slightly messy hair, Adam told her, "I owe you from this morning. Besides, I need to talk to you about something anyway."
She took his hand and he pulled her up and led her over to the table. They sat and ate in silence for a few moments, Adam trying to think of a way to approach the subject he needed to talk about. Just say it, she'll understand. Besides, she DOES deserve to know.
"I, uh…" he stuttered, starting to second-guess himself. But what if she gets upset? I can't afford to let her go again.
Taking a sip from her glass and placing it down on the table, Britney questioned him, "You what? What is it, Adam?"
Shrugging, Adam stuttered once more, "Nothing, I just… uh, I… well…"
"Shit!" Britney yelled suddenly, smacking herself in the forehead.
"W-what?" Adam asked, confused.
"All my stuff is in Brock's room! I have to go get it!" she cried.
"Uh oh," Adam muttered, looking across the table at her.
"I… I can't go in there. He, I… what if he's… ugh, I can't go!" the diva said, frowning.
"But you have to get your stuff," Adam said, not really sure of what else to say.
"I-I, Adam, I'm… scared. Do you think you c-could… go with me?" she asked, nervously but hopefully.
Adam smiled softly at the beautiful blonde, "Yes, when we're done I'll take you up there, okay?" Smiling widely, Britney nodded at the Canadian.
"So… what was it you were trying to tell me?" she asked curiously.
Deciding not to worry about it, Adam shook his head, "It's nothing really, don't worry." Okay, maybe that's not TOTALLY true, he thought, but it'll just have to wait for now.
About twenty minutes later, the two had finished and were rinsing off their plates in the sink. Adam smiled at how domestic they looked, almost like a married couple. Woah, don't get ahead of yourself Copeland, he warned himself silently. Looking down at Britney, he noticed that she had dropped the plate in the sink, water still running, and was staring into space.
Walking up behind her and placing his hands on her shoulders, he quietly asked, "You okay?"
Turning to face him, she shrugged, "I… I don't know. I guess going to get my things really finalizes the end of my relationship with Brock, short as it was. I just… I don't want to be alone again." Adam frowned at her change in emotion. She seemed to do that a lot lately, switching moods out of the blue. He understood that after the last month or so of her life, she had the right to be a little depressed. Sighing softly, he slid his hands down to her waist, lifting her up on the counter beside the sink.
"But this time's different, you aren't alone anymore. You have me," he told her reassuringly.
"I… God, Adam, I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, leaning into his embrace.
Enjoying the feeling of her in his arms, Adam didn't even want to THINK about the statement Britney just made.
