Chapter 11
The strap of her bra slipped off her shoulder when she rolled to her
stomach, eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. She could still
smell the scent of candle wax, a vanilla flavor that Jeff lit when he first
came to the room. She blew away strands of hair that curtained her face and
glanced at him. He laid still, sleeping with another pleasant gleam on his face. He was just a friend. She reminded herself that when he got into the bed earlier, slipping under the sheets while still keeping the appropriate distance from her. He whispered his thanks before snuggling up to a pillow and
drifting to sleep next to her, laying on his side with his face directed toward
the back of her head.
Who was she to deny that she liked this? This friendly intimacy.
This unique feeling that burned between them. But he just ended a
relationship with Beth. They had discussed it and she thought she saw a few tears form in his eyelids when he talked about how great they once were. He even talked to her earlier and Trish tried to fan away jealousy. What was
wrong with her? She yawned softly and found herself tracing a finger over his face again. The scruffiness, the smooth features, the defined bone structure all called to her. She smiled peacefully and those lips seemed so inviting. Did they look that pink when she kissed him so long ago? Did they look like
they could love her, explore her without urgency when she watched them form
a smile so many times?
"Gotta get up early. Sleep," he muttered, laying a hand on her hip
before patting it. He snuggled closer to his pillow and she retracted her
hand, scared. He was so carefree whenever he got into that ring or got near
a microphone. He didn't show any resistance to things. But he did to
her and she did to him.
It was weird for her, standing backstage while Jason, Rob, and Matt
commented on the match between Booker and Adam. She could hear their
laughs, their jokes, their comments about Kurt, yet she couldn't feel
apart of it. She watched Amy hang on Matt's shoulder, just listening with
silent eyes and a tranquil face. Why was it that she got to be that? What
made her acceptable? What made her worthy of holding that position with
Matt? �Whoa, Angle just ripped Adam of the match� Jason called out, laughing
endlessly as he pointed at the monitor backstage. "That was real shitty," Rob chuckled, walking away from the group with his broad grin dominating his face.
What a word to describe Trish's situation. Shitty. She'd have to
remember that the next time she asked herself why she kept letting those
feelings get to her. Right now, she was too busy trying to rid her mind of the look she received from Amy and Matt.
"Smile for me, Trish. You're up in a minute," Jeff requested, giving
her arm a small squeeze. He stood in front of her, blocking her view of
Amy and Matt, discouraging all thoughts she had of them.
Something took hold of her. Something caused her to smile for him and
it was probably him. She felt it in her hands, in her feet, in the core
of her stomach. Everything was warm. His hand was still on her arm and
everything inside bubbled with happiness. What grown woman felt like this?
"Excited?" Jeff wondered, fingers slipping up her harm before finding
the ends of her golden toned hair. He fiddled with him with a fuzzy grin
smeared over his thick pink lips. "Maybe a little nervous. I haven't won a match yet here in Canada," Trish said excitedly, rubbing her hands together to dry away the sweat that formed on her palms. "I think you have," Jeff whispered, broadening his smile for her. He snickered lowly, running finger through a portion of her thick hair.
Trish took in her bottom lip and smiled sweetly. Was he blushing?
She could see it, small speckles of red rising in his cheeks as he tried to
hide his face under his hat. She laughed at it. Jeff was a little boy when
he was like this. It was rarely seen, mostly when they were all sitting
around a dinner table celebrating some event and Adam always started it. He
always started making fun of the Hardy Boyz' theme music, followed by a
mocking rendition of their poses by Adam, Jason, and Lisa. That's the only
time she saw this side of him. It took at least five wrestlers to get that out
of him and she felt like heaven knowing it only took her smile to draw up
the same reaction.
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