Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to any superstars in the WWE and anything placed in this story that relates to real life, is completely coincidental.

Summary: Amy is distraught upon receiving a call learning of her husband, Matt Hardy's death. When a new man senses her sorrow and steps in to save her, will it be to late? Or can she find real lasting love again?

Additional Information: This is the second story in the series Love United. It follows after the Trish and Shawn love story.

A/N: I thank you all for the support from the beginning, and I only hope I can continue to make you happy with what I write.

She awoke the next morning, more then a little stiff in her joints, but more then anything afraid as she noticed that she was tightly cuddled with someone who wasn't her dead husband. She made slow movements from the bed, not wanting to wake her suitor. Whoever she had chosen to tumble into bed with, she hoped he wouldn't make a habit of sticking around. There wasn't any room for anyone in her heart for any man other then Matt.

"Good morning Princess." Chris said, turning over and looking up to where he caught her with the typical deer in the headlights look. It was obvious to him that she had been taken aback by having him there with her, and with the look that changed on her face, she didn't particularly like it much that he hadn't told her he was awake already.

"Who says and what the hell are you doing in my bed with me Chris?" she practically screamed, jumping from the bed. Chris watched her and a smile formed on his lips. He wondered if maybe he had better check for some sort of rodent, because no woman had ever moved away from him that quickly in their lives.

"You were in here, you were alone, and crying and well I wanted to make you feel secure. You know I said I would be here to work through all of this with you and I was serious."

She watched him then, letting her eyes slide all over his body, looking for something that would tell her that she was wrong about him and he was out to get her in some way. It seemed that every man in her entire life aside from Matt had wanted something from her that she hadn't been ready to give away. What made Chris the one that was different then the rest now?

She knew how he felt about her, how he had always felt about her and part of her had to admit that she felt the same way too. That was until Matt came on the page and took her down a few pegs and made her fall in love with him. Sure, she had liked Chris, maybe even at some point loved him, but not enough to take what was happening with Matt in the beginning and ruin it. Chris couldn't offer her the life she really needed, the security that she wanted so deeply.

He could tell from the look in her eyes that she was trying to make herself feel better about having him in her bed so short a time after what happened to Matt. They hadn't made love but with the strain of her look on him, they might as well have, for all the difference it was making to the current state of things.

"It's not what you seem to think it is Ames. I was merely concerned for how you would be dealing with things after burying your husband is all. I wanted to make sure that your first night in your married bed was a good one. I didn't make any moves on you or anything that you would find to be completely inappropriate if that is what you are afraid of."

She knew she was being silly. Of course Chris was over what had gone on between them so many years ago. How could he not be, almost four years later? She had to admit though that her heart felt a lot better knowing that nothing had happened between them. It would make it easier when she told him to leave.

"I didn't think we had. It wasn't like we were drinking and had tumbled into bed though. I just merely thought that maybe you overstepped your bounds a little."

"I did what?" Chris managed to mutter, completely taken off guard by the way she was looking at things. The last time he had checked, they had both been involved together so many years ago, and that he hadn't done a damn thing wrong. Matt had come between them, and although he didn't blame Matt, he refused to sit here and listen to her judge him. She really didn't know him as well as she thought she did.

"Well it is pretty much common place with us now isn't it? Something happened between us years ago, and well I have to wonder if now that Matt is gone, if you are not trying to make it happen again."

"Get real Amy Hardy. The last thing I wanted to do to you was make you feel something for me that you never could. I am here as a friend and that is how it will remain."

She felt bad immediately, seeing the angered look that his face had taken on. The last thing she wanted to do was make him think that she wasn't grateful for all of things that he was doing for her to make her feel better, but she just hadn't known what he wanted from her. Could it have been that he wanted to do this all because he really did treasure her as a friend and their past meant nothing to him anymore?

"If you don't mind I don't want to listen to any more of this. What we had four years ago was wonderful and if you hadn't taken off with Hardy, you would have stuck around to know how much I really cared. But you didn't and I just don't think I need to sit here and listen to you blame me for this, not when I am taking care of your sorrow filled ass."

He left the room then, not waiting around to listen to Amy as she hit the floor in tears, hating herself for what was happening to her and also for letting Matt and his death take her to hell and back when it shouldn't. Her husband had told her that she had a life to live, so why was it so hard to move on to that life?

Before she got a chance to think about her answer any further, the door slammed open and Chris came back in. Lifting her up into his arms he put his face to hers. He shouldn't have gone back into the room and he knew doing this was wrong but he had to do it just to get it out of his system. He still cared about her deeply, and the pain was still very fresh from when she had chosen to walk away that fateful November day, but he didn't care.

He tasted her then, letting the feel of her lips on his soar through his entire body, right into his heart and soul. The only woman he had ever wanted was now in his arms, and she was vulnerable. He wanted her so badly there and then but knew it was wrong. Ending the kiss he laid her back onto the bed and walked from the room.

"Well Matt, I know it looks bad but I don't know what else to do. You were right, I have loved her but until she comes to terms with you, we will never be anything then what we are."

"Don't give up Chris; Amy had never been the easiest woman to convince."

"She sure is easy to love though isn't she man?"

"Yes and as hard as things are going to be for you, don't give up and walk away from her. You are meant to be there with her right now, and I will do whatever it takes to make her see that before it is too late."

A/N2: For the record, from the woman who lives on suspense books and then romance novels, when I said he tasted her, I meant he kissed her. I realize it could be seen as him licking her or something of that nature but oh now, that was my romantic way of telling you that he kissed her.