PART 8
Jay's eyes widened slightly at Trish's comment. He pushed her away, still holding onto her as he gazed down at her. A curious expression took over his face and he placed his forefingers under her chin, tilting her head up and forcing her to look at him.
Jay's eyes widened slightly at Trish's comment. He pushed her away, still holding onto her as he gazed down at her. A curious expression took over his face and he placed his forefingers under her chin, tilting her head up and forcing her to look at him.
"What do you mean by everything?" he asked, a hint of worry detectable in his tone.
He knew that Lisa Marie only wanted to help, but sometimes her desire for everyone to be happy clouded her better judgement. If she had told Trish anything about what he told her of his feelings for the blonde woman, he would have a real bone to pick with her.
"She... just, everything. She told me about Amy, and about the conversation she overheard in the locker room, and that she came to talk to you about it. And you were right... you were right all along. I owe you a huge apology," she explained.
"Nonsense," he replied, shaking his head. "Trish, don't worry about it. With all that's been going on, it's no big deal. We had a misunderstanding, that's all."
"No, no, it's not alright," she insisted, tearing her gaze away from his.
"Yes, it is," Jay said before she could continue. He hated to see her beating herself up over the situation. Granted, he was furious with her for not believing him, but at the same time, he knew she couldn't help it. All the anger he had felt earlier deflated from him as he looked into her sad, teary eyes. "Hey, come on now... why are you crying?"
Trish winced at his question, turning her head away from him as two fresh tears slid down her cheeks. She inhaled sharply, gripping his forearms as though she needed his support to stand.
"Because I just feel so damn guilty. You've never lied to me before, and you've always been there for me when I needed you... and here I go not trusting you. I should have known you'd never lie to me, Jay. I'm so sorry I didn't trust you," Trish replied, taking a deep breath.
Though it did feel good to finally get all of her feelings off her chest, a strange feeling still loomed over her. How could she have been so blind?
"I still say you don't need to apologize, but," he said, cupping her face in his hands, "if it's any consolation, I forgive you."
Trish sighed... even with the sincerity of his accepting her apology, she still felt incredibly remorseful. Jay had a heart of gold, and she still felt a terrible ache in her heart after what she had done to him.
"Thank you," she said with a gracious nod. She glanced over at the clock by his bed, gasping as she realized how late it was. "I... I'll let you get back to bed. Thanks again for listening."
Jay let her slip from his grasp, but only for a moment. He grabbed onto her again before she could get out the door, shaking his head vehemently.
"No, no... you're upset, I don't want you walking around the hotel like that. Just hang out here with me for awhile, I wasn't sleeping anyway," he insisted, pulling her towards him.
Trish cocked an eyebrow at him. He did look exceptionally awake considering the hour. And the more she thought about it, she'd much rather be spending time with him than to be going back to her room and trying to get to sleep. A small smile played on her lips as she reached out to take his hand in her own.
"Oh, alright."
----------------------------------
A short while later, Trish sat alone on the couch, the television remote in her hand. Jay had disappeared into the bedroom to fetch a blanket for the two of them, as it was freezing in the room. She flipped through the channels meticulously, though she was hardly paying attention. There wasn't much to watch at three in the morning.
Soon enough, though, Jay had returned, a large blanket tucked under his arm. He plopped down beside her on the couch, tossing half the blanket over her legs. He leaned towards her and adjusted the covers, chuckling to himself as he tucked her in. Trish laughed as well, leaning against him and placing a hand on his knee. She gazed up at him, her brown puppy dog eyes inviting him for a little cuddling. In no mood to protest, Jay happily complied, tossing his arms around her and holding her close to him. She sighed tiredly, resting her head on his shoulder.
The pair settled in and Trish let out another yawn, handing the remote control over to Jay. A good twenty minutes passed, and judging by the regular sound of her breathing, Jay suspected that Trish had fallen asleep. He slowly, carefully turned his head, craning his neck so that he could see her without having to move his body. However, he found that her eyes were, albeit barely, still open. She switched her attention to him, her tired, heavy lidded eyes focusing on him. When their eyes met, something inside of Jay went off. For the first time since he'd developed his crush on Trish, he found himself seriously entertaining the idea of kissing her. The closeness of their proximity made it hard for him to fight any urges he was having.
"Trish..." he spoke, a bit of a nervous air surrounding him.
"Hmm?" a sleepy Trish responded, ehr gaze on him unwavering.
Though his mouth remained open, Jay could not speak. Staring at a woman as beautiful and amazing as herself had him nearly breathless. Throwing his inhibitions out the window, Jay's head took a daring swoop in her direction, his lips pressing smoothly to hers. The soft, sweet kiss caught the Canadian diva off guard, but Trish responded in kind, tilting her head to the side and returning the kiss. Jay thought he could just about die and go to heaven, but when he decided to slip his tongue into her mouth... he was cut off, abruptly.
It was the connection of Jay's soft, moist tongue against her own that had jolted Trish back into awareness, and she panicked. She pulled herself away from him rapidly, her jaw dropping in shock.
"Oh, God... Jay, I'm sorry... I have to go..." she said.
With that, she jumped up from her seat, spinning on her heels and heading to the door. She made a silent exit, leaving a very confused, startled, and hurt Canadian behind.
