Sorry this took so long, hate to leave you hanging but my harddrive crash had me thrown off...hopefully im back in the swing of this story enjoy, and please read and review :))

She rolled over again, this time to face the wall as she pulled the blankets up to her ears, Torrie just couldn't seem to fall asleep. The blonde had been tossing and turning for hours, unable to drift out of consciousness. She told herself that it wasn't because of Trish, but there was only so long that she could lie to herself. Torrie just had to admit it; the Canadian had taken over her mind.

It didn't really make sense to her, how had she given in to Trish's request? She shouldn't have said it. Trish would have had to leave sometime right? Who was she kidding, if she didn't get rid of the blonde when she did something else might have happened that she would soon regret. Not that, that made her feel any better. Maybe she didn't fall into one the blondes traps of sexual seduction tonight but what did happen was worse...she told Trish she liked her, which meant that she probably wouldn't be able to get rid of her very easily now.

She could tell Trish it was all a lie, although she more then likely wouldn't buy that. But what was worse, much worse, is that she was struggling with the reality that her admittance wasn't a lie. Deep down inside she meant it, as much as it broke her heart...Torrie was finding herself having feelings for the temptress.

The glow of the table side clock read four am; Torrie let out a heavy sigh and flopped over again. "If I could just get comfortable," She said allowed, staring up at the ceiling. "God, why am I letting her get to me?" The blonde paused for a moment then put her hands to her face, "Great...now I'm so worked up I'm talking to myself...as if I wasn't crazy enough."

She glued her eyes shut in a futile attempt to turn off her brain, and just sleep in peace like she wanted to. Why did she have to keep thinking about the blonde? Even now when she was looking at the inside of her eyelids, the only image that would surface from her memory was Trish standing before her, naked as the day god made her, biting her bottom lip in seduction. "ARGHHH." Torrie screamed, pounding her fists down on the mattress.

The sound bounced of the walls and back at her again before everything went silent , "Just go to sleep Torrie, you can do it...you do it every night...just relax." She coached herself, why should tonight be any different; after all she had managed to fall asleep after cheating? Shouldn't every night after that be a cake walk in comparison?

But really the underlying problem was right in front of her face, she couldn't say it wasn't her fault anymore because that wouldn't be true. Now that feelings were brought into the equation, genuine feelings, everything was different.

Finally after what felt like an eternity her eyes grew heavy, and then eventually, as the minutes ticked by they fell shut and Torrie glided into slumber.

Then out of nowhere she heard the faint sound of the lock on the hotel door being opened. Her first instinct was to scream out in fear, but her intuition told her not to be afraid. Torrie closed her eyes again, and peaked out of one of them to see John making his way into the room, latching the door behind him.

Guilt swam up from her stomach, she had to control herself. Whatever feelings she was having for Trish were nothing like what she shared with him, he was her one true love and she had to remind herself of that. It was silly to find herself emotionally distraught when whatever happened between her and Trish didn't matter anyway. Everyone has feelings of doubt sometimes; with John around her everything would be better. She just missed him that's all.

For some reason she didn't bother to sit up, or look at him. Instead she just kept pretending to be asleep as he slipped off his jersey and his jeans to crawl in beside her. The Boston native cuddled into her, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She smiled and laid a hand on his forearm pulling it closer to her body and drifted back into the darkness.

Everything would be just fine.