"No, you were too busy trying to recover from what that asshole Brock did to you," Trish responded tartly, drawing away from him. She didn't resist hiding anger from him. "It's a part of the story doll," Jeff whined lowly, sliding his
painted fingers up her side. He smoothed the tips against her warm skin and
relished in the way it stayed firm but soft. "A part that you could've told me about," Trish grumbled before escaping his arms to stand. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and adjusted her bikini bottom, keeping her back to him. Was that feeling of anger born through a feeling of concern? Did she really hold that much for Jeff? Jeff reached out and circled Trish's wrist with his fingers, tugging back a little. He wanted to hold her again, rest his head against her shoulder and press his lips to her neck. She wouldn't permit it. Time didn't permit it when a soft knock rattled against the door and all it
took was a small push for it to fall open, Nora stepping inside with a face
of confusion and worry. Outside of the ring, when she wasn't trying to push
over this newly developed persona for Molly Holly, she was a chaste woman with strong thoughts but little words. Trish flicked her wrist quickly, freeing Jeff's hold on her.
Something was burning against her, maybe her indescribable will that called her to turn to him, offer him some look of apology. Her body fought the fire, dared to ignore the pain that rose up in her heart. "Oh, well, Trish... I was just coming to check up on you and see if you were feeling all right after that bump," Nora stuttered out, eyes growing small as she looked upon Trish and Jeff. She was curious, it was obvious. Trish chewed her lower lip and licked out a simple smile for Nora, folding her arms below her chest with an edge about her. She didn't have to explain, had no intentions to explain. Why? She was Trish Stratus. She had earned her respect, her place in the World Wrestling Federation. She owed no one. No except for Jeff and her heart. She felt him stir behind her and she couldn't deny what it meant. She dropped her head a little and tried not to look at Nora. If she had the strength, the belief in what she had with him, she would turn to him and stop him. She would throw her arms around his neck and hold him, let him place a hand over her chest to feel the song her heart trumpeted. Maybe she had more faith in the sky falling one day and that was all that kept her from speaking a word when he began to walk away. "I'm pretty sure that bump doesn't hurt as much as other hits that she's given," Jeff spoke, sarcasm laced into his words. He didn't lift his head to look at her, just faked a smile for Nora and escaped the tension of the room. And damn, it did hurt.
