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Author's note: Like I said before, this is a dating-leading-up-to marriage series. Each series will be five chapters. I can tell you right now that the next series will be the engagement series. Oh, the sexual content won't happen in this series. Next series, it'll happen.

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Flashback...

June 2004...

"Never again!" Trish exclaimed as she ran down the hallway.

Jason Reso a.k.a. Christian chased her. "Baby, I'm sorry! I didn't know Jericho was gonna put you in the Walls of Jericho!"

"Yeah, instead of saving my ass like you're supposed to, you tried to climb out of the cage and leave me hanging. And look what happened to us: You still end up losing to Chris and you hurt your back and I ended up just as hurt . Well, never again will I be used as your insurance policy! I'm done with you!"

"Trish, baby, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I did! Please stay with me, baby! I need you! You're my world, my heart, my everything!" Christian pleaded again.

"Never again!" she repeated before she walked away from him, once and for all. She wanted nothing to do with him after what he put her through. What the hell was she thinking hooking up with him? Hell, even Jericho apologized for the bet he made with Christian.

With a newfound confidence in herself, she held her head high and smiled, ready to start over again...

End Flashback...

The present: August 2006...

"All right, Trisha. You're next. Get in that limo and await for your date," Amy declared, smiling.

Trish snapped out of her thoughts about her ex-boyfriend and returned her best friend's smile before she took a deep breath and walked towards the second limo being parked outside. She looked back at her friends for a moment, who had big smiles on their faces and gave the Canadian bombshell thumbs up before she opened the door and climbed inside, closing the door beside her.

Noticing the scarf laying on the seat, she picked up and wrapped it around her eyes, tying it up loosely so it won't itch on her eyes. Then, she just sat there, folding her hands together and waiting for her blind date to arrive.

I just hope Amy picked the right man for me. I just need someone to love me for me, she thought, sighing deeply.

Just then, she heard the door open. She held in her breath when the door closed. Silence filled the air as she just sat there and waited for her date to speak. All she could was breathe.

"Hello," he said softly.

"Hi," she replied.

"I take it Amy told you to wear the scarf, huh?" he chuckled.

"Yeah. She told me to wear it to keep the mystery alive, you know? I shouldn't take it off until my date speaks," she explained, laughing nervously.

"I understand completely," he said, smiling, even though she couldn't see it. At least, not yet.

"Do you mind if I take this off now? It's getting on my nerves and I'm getting lint in my eyes," Trish suggested, grinning.

"I don't mind at all. Go right ahead," he said faintly.

She finally took the scarf off her eyes and rubbed them with her fingers for a moment, hoping to get the lint out. Then, after fixing her hair, she shook her head and cleared her throat.

"Are you okay?" he asked, sounding concerned.

"Yes, I'm fine. I was trying to get some of the lint off my eyes..." were the last words she said before she looked up and was surprised to see him sitting across from her, smiling.

"Andrew Martin? Test?" Trish choked out.

"The one and only, baby. Did you know I was coming back? Did you know Amy set me up with your fine self?" he asked, grinning foolishly.

"I knew you were coming back, but I didn't know Amy set me up with you. I mean, don't get me wrong, we were friends for so long, especially when we had our run in T & A. But, we were never more than friends," she explained, giggling nervously.

"Trish, the reason why Amy set me up with you because she knew I had always had feelings for you," he said as he took his place right next to her. "Even after our angle was over, when our faction split up, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Albert knew it and he even encouraged me to ask you out but I was too chicken to do so. But, now, I'm so happy to be going on a date with you, Trish. I can finally be with you."

She smiled. She was glad Andrew finally told her how he felt. He seemed like a nice guy so she should give him a chance. Who knows? Maybe he could be the man she's been looking for after all.

Thank you, Ames! Trish thought with a smile on her face.

"Shall I tell the limo driver to pull away?" Andrew asked, grinning at her.

She just nodded her head.

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Three hours later...

"Ah, man. I haven't had this much fun in a long time! Thank you so much!" Trish exclaimed happily as they headed back towards their hotel room after their date. This time, she didn't sit down on the plush sofa. Instead, she sat on Andrew's lap.

"When was the last time you went to the carinval?" he asked, laughing when she flew her arms around his neck.

She smiled at him. "I don't remember. I mean, I was a little girl and when you were little, you don't really remember what you did and where you went, especially as you get older."

"I heard that, baby girl. I mean, sometimes, I forget about what I did when I was younger. But, I'm glad you had so much fun. I didn't wanna take you somewhere and you end up bored."

"Thank you again for taking me to the carinval, Andrew. I really had fun."

To his surprise, she leaned over and planted a kiss on his lips. Before she could pull away, he pulled her back against him and slanted his mouth on hers more ruthlessly. Trish moaned when Andrew parted her lips and slipped his tongue in her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close to him, all the while he kissed her more furiously.

When they both pulled apart, she was breathing heavily. She laid her head against his and giggled, feeling safe with him.

"That was the best kiss I ever had," Trish said, breaking the silence.

"I always wondered what was it like to kiss a beautiful woman like you," Andrew said, smiling.

"Was I good? Did my breath stink?" she asked, giggling.

He leaned over and kissed her again. Then, he pulled back, looking into her hazel brown eyes.

"Your breath don't stink, Trish. Even if it did, I wouldn't have it any other way."

Chapter three coming up!

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